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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1666 | 2020-11-03 15:13:49 | 95.69 | 95% |
579 | 2019-04-20 20:05:05 | 97.79 | 95% |