'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15707 | 2025-01-12 17:00:41 | 83.03 | 96.5% |
| 6871 | 2024-07-17 15:26:18 | 76.03 | 95.6% |
| 5526 | 2024-06-26 17:52:22 | 76.60 | 95.3% |
| 5176 | 2024-06-21 13:11:45 | 76.09 | 95.7% |
| 4428 | 2024-05-27 17:43:12 | 75.45 | 96.7% |