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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3366 | 2025-07-07 10:46:41 | 102.62 | 99% |
| 2580 | 2025-02-06 19:30:31 | 94.34 | 97.6% |