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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8356 | 2020-08-20 21:28:19 | 129.92 | 97% |
| 5074 | 2019-12-27 14:51:52 | 118.18 | 96% |