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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 322 | 2025-02-03 11:49:24 | 46.56 | 94% |
| 238 | 2025-02-01 17:24:45 | 34.01 | 91% |