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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6552 | 2020-02-24 14:30:07 | 107.86 | 100% |
| 4053 | 2018-02-20 22:32:38 | 97.03 | 99% |