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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16541 | 2021-08-08 17:02:27 | 93.55 | 96% |
| 6709 | 2020-12-18 14:37:42 | 81.74 | 96% |
| 4905 | 2020-11-10 07:56:21 | 81.06 | 96% |