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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 855 | 2024-02-16 08:14:05 | 77.75 | 98.3% |
| 786 | 2024-01-03 11:41:42 | 74.74 | 97.5% |