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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3765 | 2020-02-17 09:16:07 | 62.83 | 96% |
| 1911 | 2019-10-31 09:02:26 | 71.07 | 98% |