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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6173 | 2020-11-09 06:22:02 | 83.15 | 96% |
| 2711 | 2019-10-06 03:43:51 | 81.90 | 97% |
| 1931 | 2019-09-17 03:03:32 | 86.62 | 98% |