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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19672 | 2020-10-13 12:45:42 | 105.22 | 98% |
| 17030 | 2018-02-23 14:39:49 | 106.86 | 98% |