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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8959 | 2020-11-15 10:33:55 | 94.77 | 98% |
| 7585 | 2020-03-25 00:21:58 | 95.23 | 97% |
| 4992 | 2018-11-17 17:35:52 | 81.12 | 97% |
| 4239 | 2018-09-14 00:57:31 | 93.19 | 98% |
| 4201 | 2018-09-13 05:22:28 | 88.18 | 98% |
| 2870 | 2018-04-28 19:17:42 | 77.64 | 95% |
| 1190 | 2017-12-14 19:33:25 | 77.39 | 97% |