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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1242 | 2019-03-27 06:41:17 | 97.24 | 99% |
| 248 | 2019-03-17 04:40:13 | 64.27 | 95% |