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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10926 | 2019-09-30 18:51:16 | 61.97 | 99% |
| 4423 | 2019-01-04 16:09:14 | 103.29 | 99% |