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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14601 | 2020-11-22 17:47:34 | 90.98 | 98% |
| 10647 | 2020-09-11 00:43:35 | 91.35 | 99% |
| 8740 | 2020-05-15 20:04:05 | 81.55 | 97% |