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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8770 | 2021-08-04 19:59:20 | 122.49 | 98% |
| 8460 | 2021-07-19 18:58:09 | 131.20 | 98% |