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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1940 | 2025-02-26 18:44:11 | 37.12 | 91% |
| 920 | 2024-12-19 15:59:47 | 28.65 | 87.2% |
| 199 | 2024-12-08 00:24:45 | 19.71 | 91.2% |