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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2010-03-12 05:49:52 | 41.66 | |
| 211 | 2009-10-27 10:01:34 | 42.65 |