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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16171 | 2020-04-28 02:53:52 | 136.74 | 98% |
| 12910 | 2020-03-24 03:59:26 | 137.69 | 98% |
| 7270 | 2020-01-19 04:55:44 | 134.02 | 98% |
| 4798 | 2020-01-10 21:57:47 | 160.16 | 99% |
| 1608 | 2019-08-16 05:41:02 | 142.34 | 99% |