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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 57227 | 2019-05-11 20:17:37 | 107.72 | 99% |
| 55359 | 2019-03-07 13:28:41 | 120.72 | 99% |
| 52590 | 2018-06-10 16:34:23 | 126.50 | 97% |
| 50432 | 2018-05-22 15:04:57 | 113.38 | 95% |