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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5168 | 2020-09-02 07:48:28 | 96.49 | 97% |
| 3250 | 2019-11-22 03:39:45 | 85.63 | 97% |