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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4672 | 2018-06-18 13:30:56 | 80.62 | 97% |
3259 | 2017-12-14 22:44:39 | 94.16 | 97% |