'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59486 | 2024-01-31 22:24:28 | 135.38 | 98.1% |
| 58203 | 2024-01-02 02:06:20 | 128.01 | 97% |
| 52576 | 2023-06-27 06:29:19 | 145.12 | 98% |
| 52521 | 2023-06-26 22:04:06 | 141.43 | 98% |
| 49978 | 2023-05-09 05:18:43 | 129.37 | 97% |