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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 417 | 2025-01-12 18:04:29 | 47.82 | 96.5% |
| 154 | 2024-04-01 13:17:01 | 41.65 | 94.3% |
| 50 | 2024-03-15 08:30:37 | 34.17 | 91.7% |