'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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7006 | 2023-12-13 12:46:47 | 90.16 | 97.6% |
4970 | 2023-07-22 13:27:58 | 88.61 | 98% |
3824 | 2023-05-14 07:33:55 | 78.95 | 98% |