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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 436 | 2024-05-07 19:59:34 | 75.64 | 96.8% |
| 339 | 2024-04-28 18:36:32 | 72.37 | 97.1% |