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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2025-07-24 20:20:31 | 72.02 | 95% |
| 680 | 2025-06-19 12:39:30 | 66.96 | 95% |