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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7417 | 2021-08-01 09:19:05 | 97.93 | 97% |
| 1909 | 2020-12-09 04:31:15 | 61.79 | 95% |
| 1465 | 2020-12-06 23:02:53 | 63.82 | 97% |
| 455 | 2020-11-26 13:26:47 | 56.32 | 96% |