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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1214 | 2019-12-20 01:51:06 | 84.98 | 99% |
| 1091 | 2019-11-18 00:46:02 | 83.67 | 98% |
| 980 | 2019-11-02 21:33:09 | 79.28 | 97% |
| 779 | 2019-10-14 21:16:15 | 80.45 | 97% |