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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6372 | 2019-06-24 03:16:01 | 78.18 | 99% |
| 5768 | 2019-06-15 11:00:17 | 83.46 | 98% |