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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3061 | 2020-06-22 15:21:00 | 111.46 | 99% |
| 104 | 2020-03-30 13:56:54 | 86.67 | 97% |