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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22629 | 2020-12-09 15:18:28 | 90.05 | 98% |
| 20821 | 2020-09-19 15:02:22 | 70.37 | 95% |
| 17661 | 2020-06-01 17:35:04 | 82.69 | 98% |
| 5665 | 2019-06-20 20:39:48 | 73.36 | 97% |
| 5557 | 2019-06-17 23:02:24 | 60.59 | 96% |
| 5247 | 2019-06-10 17:12:37 | 66.80 | 96% |
| 3288 | 2019-05-14 17:33:29 | 67.80 | 98% |
| 93 | 2018-09-19 13:30:13 | 48.55 | 96% |