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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6502 | 2020-12-07 21:35:08 | 85.36 | 99% |
| 2277 | 2018-08-18 12:58:17 | 83.97 | 99% |