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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22848 | 2020-10-13 15:07:03 | 124.49 | 98% |
| 17944 | 2019-04-10 13:16:49 | 125.04 | 98% |
| 16653 | 2018-12-20 07:00:10 | 121.43 | 97% |