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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5000 | 2018-05-03 15:51:43 | 97.25 | 99% |
| 2739 | 2017-11-20 19:40:28 | 88.67 | 97% |