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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3784 | 2020-04-07 15:24:13 | 68.14 | 97% |
| 1819 | 2020-01-05 17:27:52 | 58.57 | 95% |