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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43422 | 2019-11-14 19:33:00 | 147.37 | 98% |
| 30250 | 2018-01-27 21:57:31 | 150.64 | 99% |
| 25102 | 2017-08-30 05:09:59 | 137.95 | 99% |