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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24570 | 2019-07-20 23:18:55 | 129.34 | 98% |
| 21575 | 2019-05-02 01:55:01 | 124.35 | 96% |
| 9343 | 2018-09-28 03:06:29 | 129.58 | 98% |
| 4412 | 2018-06-10 06:36:34 | 125.66 | 98% |
| 2039 | 2018-05-06 06:02:49 | 125.22 | 98% |