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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6487 | 2020-09-21 00:43:14 | 143.75 | 99% |
| 1959 | 2020-03-07 01:36:18 | 139.51 | 98% |