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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1352 | 2025-05-19 09:57:20 | 74.03 | 95.2% |
| 756 | 2025-04-22 17:37:42 | 73.31 | 95.7% |
| 551 | 2025-04-16 21:31:11 | 72.85 | 97.9% |