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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4968 | 2020-02-20 18:18:12 | 139.04 | 98% |
| 3479 | 2019-08-23 16:34:03 | 126.61 | 98% |