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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9971 | 2020-09-01 18:25:26 | 97.14 | 96% |
| 7274 | 2020-07-17 18:33:28 | 92.68 | 95% |