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 |
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6579 | 2019-04-22 04:46:34 | 75.97 | 97% |
4928 | 2018-12-15 20:11:31 | 70.85 | 98% |
3504 | 2018-11-13 20:29:26 | 64.25 | 97% |