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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12037 | 2020-05-03 16:07:48 | 129.24 | 98% |
| 1797 | 2018-12-29 11:21:20 | 99.22 | 96% |
| 574 | 2018-11-13 17:17:58 | 91.83 | 96% |