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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 352 | 2025-04-09 12:27:43 | 64.13 | 97.2% |
| 321 | 2024-11-30 10:57:56 | 60.37 | 96.4% |
| 214 | 2024-07-12 12:47:37 | 53.82 | 95.5% |