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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1858 | 2019-08-19 07:49:11 | 96.49 | 99% |
951 | 2019-01-14 18:59:39 | 93.63 | 98% |