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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 380 | 2010-09-20 21:58:01 | 57.53 | |
| 362 | 2010-09-17 21:15:32 | 61.15 |