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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17625 | 2020-11-19 23:39:07 | 135.72 | 99% |
| 7522 | 2020-08-10 00:53:28 | 128.60 | 99% |
| 7516 | 2020-08-10 00:48:38 | 125.08 | 99% |
| 3391 | 2020-06-04 20:04:44 | 112.44 | 98% |
| 1865 | 2020-05-24 21:10:42 | 103.55 | 98% |