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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7441 | 2021-08-04 19:59:12 | 167.37 | 99% |
| 649 | 2020-07-10 00:38:41 | 154.68 | 99% |