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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 660 | 2025-07-11 05:51:34 | 69.31 | 97% |
| 570 | 2025-07-06 16:25:15 | 70.36 | 96% |
| 501 | 2025-07-04 16:01:11 | 86.22 | 98% |