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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 357 | 2025-07-08 12:39:41 | 61.28 | 97% |
| 233 | 2025-06-30 10:52:17 | 51.23 | 96% |