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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3957 | 2020-02-08 23:11:27 | 101.58 | 97% |
| 1641 | 2019-03-20 08:05:20 | 102.04 | 97% |