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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2024-06-13 18:08:10 | 51.61 | 95.5% |
| 529 | 2024-06-13 17:55:42 | 57.76 | 97.6% |
| 513 | 2024-05-26 16:37:59 | 55.69 | 96.4% |