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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12796 | 2020-08-09 06:55:58 | 90.53 | 97% |
| 12210 | 2020-08-01 05:09:21 | 78.22 | 95% |
| 8061 | 2020-02-27 16:15:38 | 77.16 | 97% |
| 5244 | 2019-12-29 20:12:13 | 62.77 | 96% |