Now we drifted according to the breeze, our boat a small blimp in a vast blue universe of ocean. We had been at sea for four days and that gallon of water did not last long. We lay quietly, waiting for death or a miracle.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3617 | 2024-03-09 00:14:30 | 74.04 | 99.1% |
| 3589 | 2024-03-08 05:48:33 | 77.26 | 98.3% |
| 3185 | 2024-03-03 13:42:47 | 74.15 | 98.7% |