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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10008 | 2019-05-17 19:36:02 | 87.79 | 99% |
| 9687 | 2018-11-04 02:48:25 | 84.37 | 98% |
| 8013 | 2018-06-29 18:10:00 | 81.13 | 95% |
| 6521 | 2018-04-16 19:37:24 | 72.10 | 96% |
| 2283 | 2018-02-14 19:13:39 | 59.74 | 96% |