He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3804 | 2019-04-09 15:40:13 | 114.45 | 97% |
| 2545 | 2018-08-17 01:55:33 | 106.79 | 98% |
| 2337 | 2018-08-13 14:57:59 | 109.19 | 97% |