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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28592 | 2020-09-28 03:45:44 | 120.07 | 96% |
| 23008 | 2019-04-09 15:39:00 | 131.50 | 97% |
| 19435 | 2019-01-12 01:14:45 | 147.11 | 98% |
| 10746 | 2018-09-10 04:24:28 | 109.99 | 95% |
| 9993 | 2018-09-04 07:59:20 | 126.04 | 99% |
| 1175 | 2018-07-11 02:05:51 | 127.27 | 98% |