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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3001 | 2020-11-28 18:01:27 | 122.01 | 99% |
| 2864 | 2020-11-19 23:39:14 | 109.58 | 97% |