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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3593 | 2017-12-31 06:25:19 | 91.79 | 98% |
| 3455 | 2017-12-28 16:35:28 | 91.97 | 99% |
| 2527 | 2017-12-20 04:31:41 | 81.60 | 99% |