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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45634 | 2021-07-29 13:20:25 | 65.30 | 99% |
| 39815 | 2020-01-30 15:09:58 | 63.77 | 99% |
| 33396 | 2019-06-11 13:13:02 | 64.61 | 99% |
| 27451 | 2018-10-23 12:52:29 | 66.73 | 100% |