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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 922 | 2009-08-19 00:13:48 | 30.34 | |
| 891 | 2009-08-11 14:25:21 | 45.28 |