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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25481 | 2021-07-30 03:51:36 | 105.86 | 99% |
| 14334 | 2020-09-26 12:46:27 | 102.99 | 98% |
| 10989 | 2020-06-03 15:23:57 | 93.55 | 97% |