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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11635 | 2020-03-31 11:24:11 | 124.91 | 98% |
| 8687 | 2020-01-17 14:43:27 | 106.20 | 95% |
| 6434 | 2019-12-26 16:18:46 | 108.81 | 97% |
| 6256 | 2019-12-24 11:06:53 | 123.48 | 98% |
| 4478 | 2019-11-17 07:00:08 | 115.06 | 97% |
| 3123 | 2018-01-31 08:50:00 | 89.25 | 97% |