'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31989 | 2023-11-01 15:33:31 | 81.51 | 97.5% |
| 30457 | 2023-08-26 07:39:45 | 74.38 | 96% |
| 28523 | 2023-07-04 16:59:52 | 73.79 | 97% |
| 23676 | 2023-04-20 15:56:58 | 77.31 | 98% |