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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39704 | 2019-09-24 01:06:33 | 128.77 | 97% |
| 29857 | 2018-10-28 22:48:58 | 103.04 | 96% |
| 27696 | 2018-10-06 19:34:23 | 106.26 | 97% |
| 22231 | 2018-09-15 02:36:12 | 111.30 | 96% |
| 21074 | 2018-09-11 16:56:12 | 100.48 | 97% |
| 19795 | 2018-09-04 01:07:55 | 124.72 | 99% |
| 19063 | 2018-09-01 20:39:54 | 115.65 | 98% |
| 17613 | 2018-08-25 22:35:48 | 126.63 | 99% |
| 13127 | 2018-07-22 17:04:30 | 111.50 | 98% |
| 12317 | 2018-07-15 01:53:33 | 111.21 | 98% |
| 5874 | 2018-02-15 00:37:00 | 105.10 | 97% |
| 3452 | 2018-01-27 23:43:33 | 105.51 | 97% |