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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2258 | 2020-11-17 06:20:01 | 59.11 | 96% |
| 1115 | 2019-11-19 06:56:35 | 62.47 | 97% |