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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21359 | 2018-09-20 15:43:00 | 94.97 | 98% |
| 19977 | 2017-12-16 16:16:47 | 85.84 | 97% |