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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11529 | 2020-08-18 21:57:03 | 72.04 | 97% |
| 6072 | 2019-06-02 03:05:16 | 71.68 | 98% |
| 2215 | 2018-07-18 03:47:37 | 58.85 | 97% |
| 1589 | 2018-07-05 03:27:01 | 61.77 | 99% |