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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3809 | 2018-05-29 03:19:23 | 128.30 | 98% |
| 1799 | 2017-10-30 17:44:19 | 125.87 | 98% |