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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21916 | 2020-09-21 02:42:03 | 107.46 | 99% |
| 19801 | 2020-07-21 21:53:42 | 88.84 | 95% |
| 8013 | 2019-11-10 17:54:29 | 94.53 | 97% |
| 1691 | 2019-06-10 02:35:30 | 87.94 | 97% |