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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 2008-12-05 16:33:32 | 58.64 | |
| 3 | 2008-12-05 16:30:22 | 47.64 |