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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37637 | 2024-05-17 05:10:16 | 184.80 | 100% |
| 9505 | 2020-12-06 22:25:01 | 141.62 | 99% |
| 2735 | 2020-08-05 00:43:26 | 117.66 | 97% |