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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2476 | 2019-11-04 21:42:09 | 82.36 | 97% |
| 1974 | 2019-10-29 17:34:11 | 85.31 | 97% |
| 1212 | 2019-10-22 13:55:38 | 87.01 | 97% |
| 1102 | 2019-10-17 17:17:45 | 85.03 | 97% |