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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12356 | 2020-04-26 20:59:48 | 81.73 | 98% |
| 12215 | 2020-04-24 22:09:39 | 78.84 | 96% |