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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7839 | 2019-02-01 04:01:28 | 104.48 | 97% |
| 7695 | 2018-11-23 04:23:10 | 107.50 | 98% |
| 6515 | 2018-07-14 08:23:45 | 95.76 | 97% |
| 4377 | 2018-05-24 02:59:52 | 90.05 | 96% |
| 2470 | 2018-02-18 03:31:39 | 86.25 | 97% |
| 2387 | 2018-02-15 01:21:31 | 82.82 | 97% |