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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6661 | 2021-08-19 20:41:36 | 106.09 | 99% |
| 5504 | 2021-07-24 20:11:51 | 100.03 | 99% |