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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1819 | 2020-05-06 14:43:34 | 74.56 | 97% |
| 1612 | 2020-04-21 13:05:23 | 62.92 | 95% |