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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 758 | 2025-04-18 17:43:47 | 57.38 | 95.9% |
| 681 | 2025-04-08 18:06:35 | 58.54 | 94.7% |
| 630 | 2025-04-05 12:35:07 | 51.03 | 91.9% |