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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 455 | 2025-11-06 15:19:04 | 31.08 | 96% |
| 287 | 2025-02-12 11:15:18 | 23.79 | 94% |
| 48 | 2025-01-07 11:03:57 | 25.41 | 94.2% |