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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41222 | 2020-06-14 19:06:48 | 94.86 | 97% |
| 40609 | 2020-05-21 20:51:24 | 88.49 | 98% |
| 25890 | 2020-01-23 05:05:03 | 98.12 | 99% |
| 23032 | 2019-09-22 19:14:46 | 91.25 | 97% |
| 14736 | 2019-06-22 02:31:05 | 83.75 | 96% |
| 14353 | 2019-06-17 05:53:10 | 93.50 | 99% |
| 10204 | 2019-04-25 08:32:27 | 78.56 | 96% |
| 10074 | 2019-04-25 05:06:30 | 53.57 | 97% |
| 7225 | 2019-04-03 14:10:14 | 91.32 | 97% |
| 6565 | 2019-03-23 08:23:55 | 81.10 | 96% |
| 1033 | 2018-01-31 12:27:15 | 66.37 | 95% |