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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2311 | 2018-10-26 12:54:55 | 56.63 | 96% |
1847 | 2018-10-24 12:53:26 | 59.50 | 96% |