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 | 2025-01-02 18:53:40 | 67.60 | 94.4% |
| 165 | 2024-05-06 01:34:20 | 63.53 | 95.4% |
| 142 | 2024-04-27 14:36:31 | 62.72 | 95.3% |