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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16029 | 2019-02-06 23:10:56 | 102.57 | 99% |
| 13956 | 2018-11-29 00:58:11 | 110.87 | 99% |
| 11954 | 2017-12-29 05:18:45 | 108.85 | 99% |