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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64249 | 2020-03-07 01:36:12 | 177.41 | 100% |
| 52593 | 2019-03-12 16:54:34 | 160.59 | 99% |
| 51738 | 2019-03-03 17:48:53 | 171.12 | 99% |
| 51705 | 2019-03-03 14:49:14 | 171.49 | 100% |
| 41276 | 2018-10-20 20:33:34 | 169.17 | 99% |
| 33152 | 2018-08-12 04:14:17 | 155.48 | 99% |
| 29187 | 2018-06-14 03:49:09 | 147.85 | 99% |
| 23466 | 2017-10-31 04:02:24 | 148.59 | 99% |