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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2084 | 2020-07-02 11:56:42 | 81.35 | 97% |
| 1457 | 2020-05-24 16:34:26 | 74.59 | 95% |
| 573 | 2020-04-25 18:35:45 | 79.02 | 96% |