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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 309 | 2011-02-24 17:59:19 | 85.36 | |
| 200 | 2009-06-19 14:40:47 | 86.99 |