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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 604 | 2025-07-02 16:07:47 | 56.14 | 97% |
| 562 | 2025-07-01 12:21:49 | 63.60 | 96% |
| 288 | 2025-06-24 19:48:11 | 48.95 | 96% |
| 135 | 2025-06-19 08:02:21 | 55.03 | 94% |