I looked at the captain. That terrible avenger, like an archangel of hatred, still watched. When it was all over, he went to his cabin. Under his gallery of heroes I saw the portrait of a woman, still young, with two little children. He gazed on them for a time, held out his arms to them, then kneeling down he wept bitterly.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12877 | 2018-08-26 05:06:36 | 84.24 | 98% |
| 12650 | 2018-08-18 12:38:18 | 81.34 | 97% |
| 11678 | 2018-07-12 02:08:52 | 78.34 | 99% |
| 9325 | 2018-03-22 04:24:28 | 70.86 | 98% |
| 8514 | 2018-03-02 08:29:16 | 76.52 | 98% |
| 6057 | 2017-11-10 10:51:53 | 66.66 | 96% |
| 5457 | 2017-10-13 12:41:04 | 65.79 | 97% |
| 4698 | 2017-09-03 13:41:10 | 68.85 | 97% |