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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 297 | 2024-09-23 10:35:43 | 74.08 | 98.3% |
| 288 | 2024-09-21 10:25:35 | 75.08 | 98.3% |