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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 410 | 2009-12-05 03:55:00 | 58.73 | |
| 359 | 2009-05-08 01:57:42 | 53.86 |