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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1388 | 2025-07-08 17:28:40 | 76.70 | 98% |
| 440 | 2025-05-22 16:45:58 | 68.20 | 97% |
| 273 | 2025-05-17 14:34:17 | 66.02 | 97% |