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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2544 | 2020-10-08 01:51:13 | 63.86 | 97% |
1932 | 2019-06-28 02:14:01 | 63.53 | 97% |