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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9635 | 2018-10-23 17:55:35 | 131.35 | 99% |
| 8912 | 2018-08-25 22:35:47 | 131.86 | 99% |
| 5505 | 2018-03-29 13:33:05 | 126.70 | 98% |