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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15237 | 2018-11-21 04:12:54 | 86.96 | 98% |
| 2220 | 2018-05-24 07:08:16 | 73.21 | 97% |
| 2145 | 2018-05-24 04:59:56 | 62.93 | 96% |