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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6253 | 2020-07-03 15:54:36 | 64.39 | 95% |
3010 | 2019-12-16 14:02:17 | 52.21 | 94% |
1543 | 2019-09-09 14:16:40 | 51.40 | 95% |