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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24191 | 2019-04-14 15:35:45 | 117.04 | 98% |
| 19032 | 2018-08-17 16:10:33 | 104.98 | 97% |
| 16016 | 2018-04-26 15:07:19 | 127.37 | 100% |
| 15610 | 2018-04-19 14:51:24 | 108.22 | 98% |
| 10670 | 2017-12-07 17:17:40 | 96.05 | 96% |