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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 146 | 2010-10-29 11:00:08 | 50.02 | |
| 123 | 2010-10-18 17:30:28 | 45.49 |