'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 187155 | 2024-03-02 04:02:40 | 109.42 | 98.4% |
| 179186 | 2023-12-24 04:00:58 | 99.20 | 97.5% |
| 166182 | 2023-07-15 23:00:29 | 112.06 | 97% |
| 163459 | 2023-06-08 04:21:36 | 106.41 | 99% |