'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 |
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2063 | 2023-08-11 23:17:44 | 68.25 | 95% |
1996 | 2023-08-09 00:38:11 | 70.40 | 95% |
1895 | 2023-07-31 01:17:35 | 79.58 | 97% |
1322 | 2023-07-16 07:22:16 | 75.34 | 96% |