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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 536 | 2024-08-29 19:05:47 | 75.51 | 99.6% |
| 383 | 2024-05-14 13:37:50 | 64.74 | 97.3% |
| 343 | 2024-05-04 12:37:41 | 71.17 | 98.3% |