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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2629 | 2018-05-05 13:59:07 | 113.29 | 97% |
| 2398 | 2018-04-27 20:55:16 | 129.65 | 99% |
| 1957 | 2018-03-16 21:37:49 | 117.07 | 98% |
| 1776 | 2018-01-28 10:36:26 | 116.61 | 95% |