'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33625 | 2025-11-21 08:42:20 | 99.19 | 98% |
| 33222 | 2025-11-03 08:11:56 | 96.34 | 98% |
| 32726 | 2025-10-13 07:21:31 | 90.76 | 98% |
| 30086 | 2025-07-01 07:46:39 | 97.04 | 98% |
| 25936 | 2025-01-31 17:58:01 | 92.80 | 96.7% |
| 24522 | 2024-10-26 12:56:18 | 87.74 | 96.5% |
| 21149 | 2024-04-02 18:46:16 | 90.89 | 97.3% |
| 20760 | 2024-03-27 07:46:35 | 92.10 | 98.1% |