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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5832 | 2020-11-01 03:54:27 | 85.13 | 98% |
| 4927 | 2020-10-02 13:40:26 | 74.91 | 97% |
| 4521 | 2020-09-18 13:02:32 | 74.22 | 97% |