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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12317 | 2020-09-18 20:01:01 | 143.61 | 96% |
| 10791 | 2020-08-17 21:57:31 | 175.72 | 99% |
| 5404 | 2019-04-08 16:59:13 | 145.17 | 97% |
| 2635 | 2019-03-01 21:17:05 | 137.75 | 98% |
| 2185 | 2019-02-24 14:05:25 | 117.62 | 98% |