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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4087 | 2020-04-09 13:34:20 | 84.65 | 98% |
| 3171 | 2020-01-07 16:02:42 | 90.35 | 98% |
| 2771 | 2019-12-22 05:28:00 | 82.74 | 97% |