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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 348 | 2008-11-01 15:48:55 | 89.90 | |
| 286 | 2008-10-26 12:39:31 | 108.95 |