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 |
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65310 | 2018-02-14 10:48:45 | 137.93 | 97% |
59311 | 2018-01-11 23:32:37 | 165.18 | 99% |
56977 | 2017-12-23 16:02:46 | 153.67 | 98% |