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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2025-06-04 17:07:26 | 69.89 | 94% |
| 326 | 2025-06-04 13:46:08 | 74.84 | 98% |