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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11363 | 2020-05-04 06:53:33 | 95.80 | 98% |
| 8267 | 2020-03-28 13:50:12 | 103.72 | 98% |
| 4245 | 2020-03-05 09:41:52 | 85.86 | 97% |
| 2122 | 2020-02-02 13:23:59 | 85.48 | 97% |