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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4467 | 2019-08-17 21:38:10 | 94.95 | 98% |
| 3937 | 2019-01-02 13:02:27 | 96.92 | 98% |