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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7587 | 2020-08-30 21:57:49 | 75.38 | 95% |
| 7201 | 2020-08-16 13:30:15 | 74.13 | 94% |
| 4026 | 2020-06-21 14:53:50 | 64.69 | 95% |
| 3808 | 2020-06-19 14:00:07 | 69.37 | 95% |
| 3238 | 2020-06-13 13:07:26 | 80.50 | 96% |