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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3780 | 2019-12-22 10:42:23 | 80.37 | 96% |
| 1000 | 2019-01-23 02:27:43 | 74.53 | 95% |
| 140 | 2019-01-08 11:20:58 | 73.17 | 97% |