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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1507 | 2020-08-14 07:42:20 | 59.01 | 96% |
| 1432 | 2020-08-05 06:48:45 | 55.63 | 95% |