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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13840 | 2021-07-30 05:15:20 | 89.93 | 96% |
| 12478 | 2020-12-13 08:21:46 | 82.18 | 96% |
| 9850 | 2020-02-21 05:12:21 | 88.88 | 95% |
| 7082 | 2018-03-24 12:05:00 | 75.41 | 95% |