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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 434 | 2024-03-26 22:26:38 | 68.55 | 97.9% |
| 244 | 2024-02-10 15:39:11 | 69.56 | 97.9% |