'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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18951 | 2024-04-02 10:07:57 | 79.19 | 97.3% |
17418 | 2023-08-17 15:47:19 | 82.53 | 97.1% |
16859 | 2023-07-23 04:42:40 | 78.32 | 95.9% |