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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5979 | 2021-08-20 04:10:58 | 91.95 | 98% |
5783 | 2021-07-29 04:13:13 | 76.71 | 95% |