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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12489 | 2020-06-28 06:59:36 | 95.65 | 97% |
| 3350 | 2020-02-01 04:44:42 | 97.20 | 97% |
| 2833 | 2020-01-19 02:24:12 | 84.00 | 96% |
| 1984 | 2019-11-26 19:33:41 | 89.70 | 98% |