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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5952 | 2020-03-08 03:28:37 | 126.12 | 98% |
| 1364 | 2019-03-14 01:24:06 | 104.48 | 98% |
| 180 | 2019-01-11 00:35:48 | 95.67 | 98% |