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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1688 | 2019-09-11 15:07:43 | 92.47 | 99% |
| 623 | 2019-03-28 13:08:34 | 45.61 | 99% |