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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18247 | 2019-03-19 15:12:35 | 83.94 | 97% |
| 14207 | 2018-10-30 12:20:49 | 82.51 | 97% |
| 10508 | 2018-01-29 14:23:39 | 84.54 | 98% |
| 7924 | 2017-10-14 11:30:27 | 70.78 | 95% |