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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49206 | 2020-03-10 20:40:08 | 143.39 | 98% |
| 40658 | 2019-07-14 21:06:09 | 106.48 | 96% |
| 36698 | 2019-05-19 23:40:25 | 125.47 | 99% |
| 33321 | 2019-02-19 00:54:32 | 121.42 | 98% |
| 32538 | 2019-02-12 12:09:04 | 125.97 | 98% |
| 30545 | 2018-10-03 21:19:23 | 108.98 | 97% |
| 30061 | 2018-07-05 09:28:13 | 115.70 | 98% |
| 23586 | 2018-02-20 09:33:15 | 115.53 | 97% |