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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19193 | 2020-03-14 00:06:09 | 169.37 | 99% |
| 17065 | 2019-08-11 00:42:48 | 174.22 | 99% |
| 13328 | 2019-02-17 03:27:42 | 154.37 | 99% |
| 11621 | 2019-01-27 21:44:57 | 153.41 | 98% |
| 6430 | 2018-11-28 05:53:44 | 123.83 | 96% |
| 3171 | 2018-10-03 21:19:12 | 158.42 | 98% |
| 3074 | 2018-09-29 21:50:30 | 123.48 | 96% |
| 571 | 2018-09-04 01:07:50 | 148.84 | 99% |