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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13192 | 2018-05-01 13:51:51 | 151.75 | 99% |
| 12823 | 2018-04-20 09:48:47 | 143.37 | 98% |
| 11010 | 2018-02-14 10:48:44 | 144.95 | 99% |
| 6024 | 2017-10-14 20:46:02 | 133.24 | 99% |
| 3521 | 2017-09-15 10:27:15 | 154.42 | 100% |
| 2575 | 2017-09-03 23:49:10 | 133.21 | 98% |