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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3365 | 2019-08-07 11:49:10 | 58.00 | 97% |
| 1404 | 2019-04-23 03:15:56 | 62.49 | 97% |