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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1052 | 2025-08-19 05:29:38 | 69.34 | 98% |
| 830 | 2025-08-07 03:53:10 | 62.23 | 97% |