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 |
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5054 | 2019-04-03 13:01:51 | 62.90 | 96% |
4569 | 2017-11-24 09:41:26 | 68.04 | 95% |