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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2025-06-20 20:51:02 | 44.40 | 96% |
| 479 | 2025-06-09 19:07:58 | 44.31 | 94% |