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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3284 | 2020-07-04 07:17:26 | 82.28 | 98% |
| 802 | 2019-05-30 04:57:09 | 65.33 | 95% |