'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11553 | 2024-02-12 18:18:58 | 71.72 | 96% |
| 1884 | 2023-07-17 14:22:40 | 55.27 | 96% |
| 1447 | 2023-07-12 19:07:26 | 56.41 | 97% |
| 742 | 2023-06-12 19:31:39 | 56.00 | 96% |
| 733 | 2023-06-12 19:17:59 | 56.05 | 97% |