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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9984 | 2018-10-27 17:59:06 | 95.68 | 99% |
7945 | 2018-08-26 22:04:48 | 92.74 | 99% |
7826 | 2018-08-25 07:21:55 | 88.91 | 99% |