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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1872 | 2019-11-17 15:06:06 | 83.33 | 97% |
| 1865 | 2019-11-17 12:23:20 | 73.11 | 96% |
| 349 | 2019-09-10 16:08:34 | 63.05 | 96% |