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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2025-07-08 13:56:00 | 38.25 | 95% |
| 325 | 2025-06-23 08:24:18 | 35.00 | 95% |
| 177 | 2025-05-26 07:27:06 | 34.30 | 95% |