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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3002 | 2019-11-04 12:19:12 | 69.51 | 98% |
| 1943 | 2019-08-01 15:37:04 | 59.87 | 96% |
| 221 | 2018-10-23 01:48:04 | 47.30 | 97% |