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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8484 | 2018-10-24 13:50:16 | 166.44 | 100% |
8074 | 2018-10-18 11:37:46 | 150.98 | 99% |
3709 | 2018-07-06 13:37:20 | 149.35 | 99% |