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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6298 | 2020-02-19 04:18:15 | 68.72 | 96% |
| 3174 | 2019-02-28 22:13:59 | 62.30 | 96% |
| 2933 | 2019-02-01 11:06:26 | 49.11 | 95% |
| 59 | 2018-09-28 10:19:07 | 45.58 | 95% |