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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3274 | 2018-05-25 10:42:12 | 69.58 | 98% |
| 2919 | 2018-01-05 09:20:19 | 62.67 | 97% |