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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3287 | 2020-12-13 19:11:03 | 72.84 | 96% |
| 2835 | 2020-12-04 11:46:03 | 60.21 | 96% |
| 2513 | 2020-11-29 09:41:05 | 58.36 | 96% |