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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9577 | 2020-07-24 05:57:32 | 101.42 | 97% |
| 8734 | 2020-06-28 06:59:32 | 105.92 | 99% |
| 4163 | 2019-12-07 13:06:19 | 89.68 | 97% |
| 3329 | 2019-11-10 13:43:24 | 86.30 | 96% |