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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4580 | 2020-12-08 16:05:38 | 127.92 | 98% |
| 1791 | 2020-07-16 22:22:47 | 113.61 | 97% |