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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4617 | 2020-08-27 11:33:35 | 89.67 | 96% |
| 3757 | 2020-07-11 11:32:43 | 101.94 | 97% |
| 1702 | 2020-01-28 16:30:20 | 86.24 | 97% |