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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5766 | 2019-09-19 16:37:19 | 96.07 | 97% |
| 3488 | 2018-10-05 17:34:31 | 91.47 | 97% |
| 2898 | 2018-09-25 11:22:18 | 93.99 | 99% |