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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19898 | 2020-11-17 13:52:30 | 80.73 | 97% |
| 19260 | 2020-11-03 02:35:33 | 82.94 | 97% |
| 16848 | 2020-09-07 00:29:39 | 82.55 | 95% |
| 6986 | 2020-01-30 15:09:44 | 82.13 | 99% |