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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3754 | 2019-04-24 12:56:14 | 63.42 | 96% |
2423 | 2018-11-27 10:05:25 | 59.48 | 96% |
743 | 2018-08-18 14:15:18 | 58.01 | 96% |