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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2877 | 2019-06-04 18:24:02 | 61.33 | 95% |
| 936 | 2018-04-22 16:08:22 | 53.82 | 95% |