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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1266 | 2018-06-29 23:39:34 | 82.44 | 96% |
| 692 | 2018-05-02 01:15:40 | 79.77 | 97% |