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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2212 | 2019-07-31 08:26:30 | 57.23 | 98% |
| 1455 | 2019-07-04 11:44:56 | 55.20 | 96% |