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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 928 | 2025-03-04 03:48:24 | 68.25 | 97% |
| 886 | 2025-02-26 12:20:32 | 69.30 | 97% |
| 816 | 2025-02-22 12:07:43 | 62.97 | 96% |