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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7261 | 2019-01-27 06:21:33 | 136.69 | 97% |
| 6180 | 2018-08-12 04:14:20 | 139.12 | 99% |