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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 634 | 2024-03-14 20:02:02 | 58.22 | 94.9% |
| 561 | 2024-01-08 20:53:23 | 58.43 | 96.5% |