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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5383 | 2019-09-17 02:17:12 | 75.44 | 96% |
| 3683 | 2017-09-16 17:29:31 | 72.25 | 97% |