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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 735 | 2024-06-08 18:00:18 | 32.29 | 97.9% |
| 600 | 2024-03-10 19:34:02 | 33.20 | 97.5% |
| 253 | 2024-02-24 22:04:52 | 24.95 | 96.4% |
| 138 | 2024-02-17 15:54:49 | 23.78 | 98.7% |