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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5961 | 2020-07-23 17:09:19 | 115.16 | 99% |
| 5405 | 2020-07-20 00:15:12 | 111.28 | 98% |
| 2517 | 2020-05-28 17:45:23 | 104.72 | 98% |
| 2165 | 2020-05-21 21:33:08 | 101.82 | 97% |