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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6519 | 2020-06-24 22:49:52 | 65.55 | 97% |
5758 | 2019-01-01 23:22:56 | 61.14 | 97% |
25 | 2017-11-20 06:46:26 | 48.33 | 96% |