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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6163 | 2020-10-18 02:18:09 | 83.69 | 97% |
| 3232 | 2020-09-12 04:31:37 | 72.12 | 97% |
| 2924 | 2020-09-10 04:43:06 | 58.94 | 97% |