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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11492 | 2021-08-15 06:16:09 | 96.44 | 97% |
| 11294 | 2021-08-11 13:59:37 | 115.57 | 99% |
| 1525 | 2020-08-07 01:28:41 | 75.78 | 97% |