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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1567 | 2020-08-06 18:13:46 | 55.10 | 96% |
| 1081 | 2019-12-06 17:10:18 | 53.69 | 96% |
| 420 | 2019-11-25 20:50:20 | 57.34 | 96% |