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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11957 | 2021-08-10 13:24:37 | 105.07 | 98% |
| 4699 | 2020-02-23 19:19:13 | 90.90 | 97% |
| 1851 | 2019-03-15 12:19:47 | 93.73 | 97% |