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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4307 | 2018-04-23 22:54:16 | 90.50 | 97% |
| 1907 | 2017-12-05 00:49:59 | 81.50 | 97% |