'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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 97198 | 2024-04-07 02:12:51 | 129.67 | 98.8% |
| 96131 | 2024-03-27 03:02:36 | 130.43 | 99.1% |
| 94797 | 2024-03-17 16:48:57 | 126.96 | 98.1% |
| 90889 | 2024-02-12 17:37:46 | 131.22 | 99% |
| 90261 | 2024-02-07 20:57:07 | 122.90 | 98.9% |
| 88817 | 2024-01-30 02:18:36 | 134.61 | 99.3% |
| 85676 | 2023-12-07 13:04:47 | 119.25 | 99.1% |