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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2025-03-19 15:35:33 | 58.70 | 93.8% |
| 848 | 2024-07-01 02:18:36 | 64.46 | 95.9% |
| 815 | 2024-07-01 01:38:50 | 59.24 | 94.1% |