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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8168 | 2019-12-07 08:03:53 | 90.25 | 97% |
| 5889 | 2017-12-16 01:51:07 | 94.22 | 97% |
| 4290 | 2017-11-18 06:22:37 | 83.01 | 98% |
| 3777 | 2017-11-11 06:55:24 | 90.71 | 96% |