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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5522 | 2021-12-29 13:05:41 | 194.23 | 99% |
| 4539 | 2021-08-13 20:15:29 | 187.10 | 99% |
| 4538 | 2021-08-13 20:12:03 | 166.26 | 97% |
| 4537 | 2021-08-13 20:06:17 | 157.56 | 97% |