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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24611 | 2020-08-16 02:39:04 | 161.70 | 98% |
24499 | 2020-08-13 02:29:54 | 166.88 | 98% |
20629 | 2019-09-28 01:40:25 | 184.35 | 100% |
19490 | 2019-08-03 14:31:09 | 171.46 | 99% |
18482 | 2019-05-12 02:55:25 | 163.33 | 98% |
15459 | 2019-02-26 23:21:52 | 152.27 | 98% |
3175 | 2018-04-25 05:03:00 | 154.09 | 99% |