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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19222 | 2019-04-17 16:15:26 | 80.27 | 97% |
| 9100 | 2017-11-13 14:41:26 | 80.40 | 97% |
| 5809 | 2017-08-22 11:48:41 | 78.89 | 98% |