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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4867 | 2020-04-05 18:49:59 | 88.44 | 97% |
2814 | 2019-01-23 23:15:55 | 92.77 | 97% |
2261 | 2018-12-04 07:58:52 | 87.09 | 97% |