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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2255 | 2020-06-30 11:44:19 | 61.31 | 95% |
2034 | 2020-06-21 14:53:50 | 64.69 | 96% |