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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26514 | 2020-10-11 18:00:19 | 114.32 | 99% |
| 21066 | 2018-10-17 17:57:20 | 113.16 | 98% |
| 18031 | 2018-07-06 19:54:15 | 99.34 | 97% |
| 15595 | 2018-04-19 14:38:59 | 111.05 | 97% |
| 15280 | 2018-04-13 16:47:11 | 108.65 | 97% |
| 4818 | 2017-08-03 17:53:58 | 89.57 | 97% |