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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13532 | 2018-05-23 04:16:09 | 104.40 | 99% |
| 12996 | 2018-04-29 22:25:23 | 83.56 | 97% |
| 10370 | 2018-02-17 05:51:14 | 90.67 | 98% |
| 8317 | 2018-01-19 23:44:11 | 94.24 | 99% |
| 6797 | 2018-01-07 06:44:11 | 96.81 | 98% |
| 4978 | 2017-12-22 23:34:47 | 88.11 | 99% |
| 2167 | 2017-12-01 05:44:04 | 80.06 | 98% |
| 872 | 2017-11-20 01:47:20 | 76.38 | 97% |