We settled down together, in the bow of the boat, and we looked at the waves breaking into whitecaps, and then we looked at each other, and through this look, fired by the bitterness of our childhood and the all-consuming roar of the sea, something happened, something irremediable: love, bittersweet, until death. But at the time it was still just a look.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 230 | 2024-02-23 09:14:11 | 98.25 | 98.2% |