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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11475 | 2020-11-22 16:16:42 | 98.19 | 97% |
10376 | 2020-08-30 15:41:36 | 94.53 | 97% |
8955 | 2020-02-09 13:23:14 | 98.62 | 97% |
6581 | 2019-07-24 09:43:01 | 75.74 | 95% |
1751 | 2018-05-27 14:35:15 | 67.41 | 96% |