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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27752 | 2020-02-13 04:10:49 | 108.34 | 99% |
| 25561 | 2019-12-18 03:46:33 | 88.43 | 97% |
| 23401 | 2019-10-18 06:20:16 | 99.33 | 98% |
| 19045 | 2018-02-07 11:05:25 | 87.72 | 97% |
| 17134 | 2017-11-24 20:14:14 | 95.34 | 98% |