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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9651 | 2021-08-19 18:59:26 | 114.19 | 96% |
| 6305 | 2018-04-08 20:33:36 | 98.58 | 96% |
| 2827 | 2017-09-15 10:26:02 | 95.91 | 95% |