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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29971 | 2020-12-04 00:50:24 | 100.81 | 97% |
| 28247 | 2020-11-14 17:03:34 | 92.85 | 96% |
| 17576 | 2020-06-21 22:05:46 | 87.03 | 96% |
| 10918 | 2020-04-11 21:09:27 | 77.10 | 95% |
| 4846 | 2020-01-26 18:59:31 | 82.22 | 97% |