'Ere Jim, have a seat and I'll tell you a tale that'll cause your blood to run cold. It was a dark and stormy night, three weeks out of Ilfracombe, bound for the isle of Lundy. Just east of Devil's Slide, late in the middle watch there was a call from the fore topsail yard. 'On deck there, a sail, one point on the starboard bow.' Through the mist and fog, a dark shape emerged, a ghostly figure standing at its helm. Course set, intent clear, it bore down upon us. On the wind, a refrain to strike fear into the heart of any man.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13175 | 2023-10-01 10:41:58 | 57.94 | 96.9% |
| 7957 | 2023-05-25 13:53:50 | 58.30 | 97% |
| 6384 | 2023-05-13 09:11:16 | 55.55 | 95% |
| 5605 | 2023-05-05 10:25:55 | 58.62 | 97% |
| 4182 | 2023-04-25 07:53:52 | 56.22 | 97% |