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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6657 | 2019-06-15 12:35:28 | 83.96 | 95% |
| 695 | 2018-03-29 08:06:28 | 62.62 | 95% |