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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5576 | 2019-10-25 21:33:04 | 86.18 | 96% |
| 2557 | 2018-03-21 15:04:27 | 72.29 | 96% |