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 |
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13 | 2008-11-03 17:05:12 | 55.65 | |
6 | 2008-11-03 16:52:48 | 51.13 |