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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5068 | 2019-09-05 17:54:55 | 91.00 | 98% |
| 2954 | 2019-06-18 10:53:55 | 77.41 | 96% |
| 1335 | 2018-11-17 17:36:02 | 66.78 | 98% |