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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8267 | 2020-06-13 03:24:12 | 102.38 | 99% |
| 7726 | 2020-05-31 01:01:51 | 88.19 | 97% |
| 6126 | 2020-04-22 21:40:58 | 95.25 | 98% |
| 309 | 2020-02-01 02:44:44 | 73.25 | 97% |