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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2020-10-26 19:03:14 | 196.16 | 99% |
| 655 | 2020-10-11 18:27:04 | 191.03 | 99% |
| 309 | 2020-08-26 18:25:27 | 182.28 | 99% |