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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9082 | 2018-06-08 14:30:30 | 86.50 | 98% |
| 9016 | 2018-06-07 14:42:48 | 89.22 | 98% |
| 8172 | 2018-05-04 18:44:46 | 86.85 | 96% |