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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 811 | 2024-08-02 13:14:56 | 50.89 | 95.4% |
| 616 | 2024-05-24 10:29:30 | 52.74 | 95.7% |
| 201 | 2024-04-15 04:20:47 | 48.90 | 95.5% |