'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11681 | 2024-05-05 22:16:43 | 72.10 | 94.8% |
| 9470 | 2023-06-14 12:39:27 | 77.75 | 96.8% |