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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2024-08-04 09:38:47 | 45.66 | 97.1% |
| 498 | 2024-07-28 08:56:19 | 47.27 | 96.4% |
| 357 | 2024-06-17 07:59:41 | 41.22 | 93.5% |
| 61 | 2024-03-09 13:14:26 | 26.76 | 94.3% |