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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9179 | 2020-04-23 04:03:41 | 65.39 | 96% |
| 7076 | 2019-12-19 06:52:30 | 69.82 | 95% |
| 5479 | 2017-10-03 07:14:16 | 63.36 | 95% |