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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 382 | 2025-03-30 08:14:02 | 62.81 | 97% |
| 367 | 2025-03-21 11:15:39 | 54.18 | 98% |