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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2025-03-15 04:26:25 | 51.80 | 97.9% |
| 254 | 2025-03-14 16:56:34 | 47.16 | 95.7% |