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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2024-09-25 17:55:27 | 48.28 | 93.3% |
| 290 | 2024-08-14 17:47:07 | 41.12 | 93.7% |
| 113 | 2024-08-05 15:05:02 | 35.65 | 94% |