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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8328 | 2020-06-17 18:09:43 | 109.37 | 95% |
| 6076 | 2019-06-21 01:07:47 | 128.15 | 97% |