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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4128 | 2018-09-12 23:35:01 | 100.31 | 97% |
| 3272 | 2018-04-27 11:48:18 | 88.43 | 96% |