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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1077 | 2025-07-08 06:54:38 | 58.60 | 96% |
| 407 | 2025-06-20 05:25:51 | 60.68 | 96% |
| 154 | 2025-06-05 20:08:37 | 61.51 | 96% |