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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6929 | 2019-12-08 21:49:16 | 50.23 | 97% |
| 5950 | 2019-09-27 02:25:52 | 73.15 | 98% |