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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1902 | 2024-05-05 17:09:57 | 62.30 | 97% |
| 1831 | 2024-04-18 21:05:08 | 60.94 | 97.1% |
| 1555 | 2024-02-17 18:31:58 | 54.38 | 97.9% |