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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31948 | 2018-06-22 13:24:57 | 118.99 | 98% |
| 30147 | 2018-01-15 21:31:20 | 133.70 | 99% |
| 25863 | 2017-09-20 20:02:45 | 137.02 | 99% |
| 25485 | 2017-09-14 14:17:43 | 136.38 | 100% |
| 25288 | 2017-08-31 17:27:18 | 143.81 | 100% |