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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2120 | 2018-10-23 22:38:54 | 91.98 | 97% |
| 1407 | 2018-10-16 22:20:18 | 102.52 | 99% |
| 22 | 2017-10-10 20:54:18 | 80.07 | 97% |