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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25108 | 2020-09-25 20:17:12 | 138.93 | 98% |
| 24558 | 2020-06-27 00:41:00 | 129.24 | 98% |
| 22730 | 2019-09-18 10:14:00 | 128.26 | 97% |
| 22638 | 2019-09-05 18:29:04 | 123.49 | 98% |
| 13956 | 2017-12-18 18:16:50 | 130.41 | 98% |
| 12896 | 2017-11-11 13:36:38 | 120.85 | 98% |