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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10814 | 2020-11-24 02:12:58 | 96.90 | 97% |
4820 | 2018-06-03 12:49:34 | 97.40 | 98% |
855 | 2017-11-16 00:59:46 | 64.00 | 96% |