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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5058 | 2018-08-05 13:54:42 | 96.05 | 99% |
| 4222 | 2018-07-07 10:08:04 | 95.26 | 98% |
| 102 | 2017-10-28 13:57:50 | 83.08 | 98% |