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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4155 | 2018-12-07 00:42:52 | 63.78 | 94% |
| 3297 | 2018-11-29 01:47:33 | 71.90 | 96% |
| 2486 | 2018-11-16 05:22:29 | 64.42 | 96% |
| 314 | 2018-04-03 22:04:19 | 54.49 | 94% |