Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air and deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves - the echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand, and everything is green and submarine.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 223 | 2012-05-13 07:31:48 | 74.86 | 97% |
| 158 | 2012-03-05 18:10:16 | 68.15 | 94% |