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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5031 | 2019-01-17 23:08:44 | 77.25 | 95% |
| 4899 | 2019-01-08 00:39:44 | 67.74 | 95% |
| 3083 | 2018-10-20 16:31:39 | 79.23 | 95% |
| 2777 | 2018-09-16 21:49:52 | 70.18 | 95% |
| 2571 | 2018-08-24 22:41:30 | 67.80 | 94% |
| 1393 | 2018-06-24 01:00:55 | 67.10 | 95% |