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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 232 | 2025-06-08 03:57:54 | 49.72 | 96% |
| 195 | 2025-06-07 01:50:29 | 30.62 | 98% |