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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7805 | 2020-07-09 00:56:19 | 72.56 | 96% |
| 3835 | 2020-06-14 17:56:20 | 66.44 | 95% |
| 1526 | 2020-05-27 01:21:48 | 61.03 | 94% |