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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6093 | 2020-06-29 04:53:25 | 64.24 | 96% |
| 5978 | 2020-06-09 17:06:57 | 67.04 | 97% |
| 644 | 2019-07-26 03:07:35 | 49.14 | 95% |