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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2890 | 2018-05-03 15:03:18 | 81.34 | 97% |
| 2526 | 2018-03-25 06:00:59 | 77.59 | 97% |