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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 474 | 2025-05-27 11:05:43 | 59.50 | 97.1% |
| 349 | 2025-05-26 08:53:47 | 59.59 | 97.9% |
| 4 | 2025-04-18 15:33:57 | 50.44 | 97.8% |