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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 975 | 2024-06-28 15:27:35 | 66.84 | 94.5% |
| 709 | 2024-03-09 18:13:38 | 59.66 | 94.8% |