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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14029 | 2018-11-29 03:39:25 | 101.89 | 99% |
| 12566 | 2018-01-18 03:29:31 | 105.51 | 99% |
| 10812 | 2017-08-26 23:46:55 | 94.47 | 99% |
| 10709 | 2017-08-21 09:29:00 | 102.92 | 99% |