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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2826 | 2018-02-04 16:35:47 | 50.45 | 98% |
| 1627 | 2017-12-24 16:31:48 | 54.07 | 99% |
| 1595 | 2017-12-23 17:04:03 | 51.21 | 98% |
| 1159 | 2017-11-21 23:13:26 | 47.69 | 99% |