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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 297 | 2025-11-14 06:08:13 | 40.27 | 97% |
| 285 | 2025-11-14 00:45:50 | 35.08 | 96% |