'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53728 | 2025-02-28 18:10:06 | 98.93 | 97% |
| 47269 | 2025-01-08 21:38:56 | 89.83 | 96.6% |
| 44845 | 2024-11-24 16:36:47 | 101.64 | 97.3% |
| 37978 | 2024-05-10 22:01:41 | 87.15 | 96.5% |
| 36025 | 2024-03-29 20:42:05 | 93.55 | 97.2% |
| 35384 | 2024-03-18 16:38:52 | 92.01 | 96.4% |