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 |
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1360 | 2020-07-18 21:49:58 | 81.86 | 96% |
549 | 2020-05-02 20:28:39 | 100.06 | 98% |