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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45186 | 2018-01-30 06:01:20 | 145.96 | 98% |
| 35249 | 2017-11-11 13:36:37 | 122.47 | 96% |
| 33606 | 2017-11-02 21:50:04 | 126.57 | 97% |
| 33449 | 2017-11-02 05:58:53 | 154.15 | 99% |
| 27863 | 2017-10-10 16:47:20 | 123.76 | 97% |
| 921 | 2017-09-01 08:03:02 | 120.34 | 98% |