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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4845 | 2020-04-07 13:32:10 | 64.22 | 93% |
| 1138 | 2019-08-17 07:39:10 | 51.30 | 94% |