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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13312 | 2020-01-17 08:33:16 | 97.91 | 98% |
| 10983 | 2019-05-28 00:26:44 | 90.67 | 98% |
| 5615 | 2018-06-10 04:53:12 | 91.40 | 98% |
| 4833 | 2018-05-26 01:37:13 | 84.95 | 97% |