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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19573 | 2021-07-17 19:04:37 | 80.61 | 95% |
| 8587 | 2020-10-06 12:40:47 | 69.01 | 95% |
| 2806 | 2020-06-30 14:06:26 | 59.15 | 94% |