'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17104 | 2025-06-05 09:31:22 | 68.72 | 95% |
| 7229 | 2025-01-12 04:21:51 | 72.28 | 97.4% |
| 5885 | 2024-12-30 10:37:41 | 76.16 | 97.1% |
| 4546 | 2024-12-05 14:28:25 | 72.84 | 96.5% |