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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 198 | 2012-08-26 13:06:16 | 105.22 | 95% |
| 159 | 2012-07-30 19:42:18 | 103.46 | 94% |