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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9243 | 2021-07-22 19:29:15 | 84.00 | 97% |
| 5341 | 2020-03-04 17:03:08 | 78.20 | 97% |
| 4472 | 2020-01-06 19:46:12 | 66.45 | 95% |
| 2059 | 2019-09-17 17:59:52 | 65.87 | 95% |