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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15963 | 2020-10-26 06:57:45 | 115.16 | 98% |
| 11996 | 2020-10-11 00:19:14 | 113.49 | 98% |
| 9009 | 2020-09-21 10:12:32 | 103.13 | 98% |
| 8557 | 2020-09-20 21:48:03 | 89.84 | 97% |