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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 524 | 2024-12-16 10:14:36 | 59.27 | 93.9% |
| 317 | 2024-12-03 12:27:38 | 59.33 | 94.1% |
| 32 | 2024-11-23 08:53:22 | 64.86 | 98.7% |