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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6740 | 2020-12-15 14:06:05 | 98.60 | 98% |
5552 | 2020-12-07 21:34:59 | 105.47 | 97% |
2554 | 2020-11-20 15:16:39 | 94.95 | 98% |