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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1902 | 2018-01-14 18:06:26 | 61.96 | 95% |
| 1465 | 2018-01-05 21:03:12 | 67.04 | 96% |
| 1349 | 2018-01-03 15:21:12 | 65.00 | 96% |
| 529 | 2017-12-08 21:53:44 | 60.68 | 97% |
| 516 | 2017-12-07 19:03:11 | 62.13 | 99% |