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 |
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356 | 2018-09-13 01:44:16 | 105.00 | 96% |
184 | 2017-10-09 19:01:04 | 73.62 | 94% |