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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6112 | 2020-04-26 08:18:31 | 119.29 | 100% |
| 5699 | 2020-03-08 09:53:30 | 104.93 | 97% |