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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2371 | 2025-02-06 01:02:36 | 79.94 | 97.5% |
| 1730 | 2025-01-22 23:00:47 | 58.60 | 98.3% |
| 656 | 2024-12-30 05:19:16 | 78.64 | 97.1% |