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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 792 | 2024-06-27 10:31:19 | 58.69 | 96.7% |
| 562 | 2024-03-03 10:15:55 | 60.91 | 98.3% |
| 205 | 2024-01-01 06:18:54 | 59.26 | 98.7% |