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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4976 | 2020-04-22 07:15:56 | 94.92 | 97% |
| 4093 | 2019-10-17 16:16:39 | 96.53 | 98% |
| 3909 | 2019-08-27 10:24:39 | 81.75 | 96% |
| 2046 | 2019-06-18 10:53:46 | 93.64 | 98% |
| 1218 | 2019-06-11 07:14:32 | 85.72 | 97% |
| 620 | 2019-05-27 07:44:54 | 64.29 | 97% |