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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12357 | 2020-11-06 19:45:12 | 98.44 | 99% |
| 7148 | 2020-08-21 12:29:39 | 93.31 | 99% |
| 237 | 2020-04-27 12:06:52 | 59.19 | 96% |