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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 606 | 2025-05-15 15:56:20 | 57.64 | 98% |
| 329 | 2024-08-15 20:03:31 | 50.91 | 97.5% |
| 53 | 2024-07-12 13:30:25 | 44.81 | 97.5% |