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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3619 | 2020-04-11 15:52:09 | 56.01 | 95% |
| 709 | 2019-04-04 18:12:31 | 46.09 | 95% |