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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 663 | 2025-06-04 07:09:14 | 47.04 | 93% |
| 395 | 2024-08-04 09:51:25 | 37.56 | 93% |
| 294 | 2024-06-10 08:45:14 | 39.38 | 94% |