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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21186 | 2019-11-25 14:17:32 | 85.34 | 98% |
| 15743 | 2018-10-23 07:29:33 | 92.19 | 98% |
| 4817 | 2018-02-08 03:55:09 | 83.14 | 97% |
| 4786 | 2018-02-07 12:04:35 | 87.35 | 98% |
| 3972 | 2018-01-11 12:27:04 | 81.45 | 97% |