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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9233 | 2018-02-01 22:20:34 | 80.01 | 96% |
8365 | 2018-01-20 04:35:31 | 75.52 | 96% |
7772 | 2018-01-13 08:45:57 | 71.45 | 95% |
3871 | 2017-12-13 19:07:04 | 76.27 | 97% |
1368 | 2017-11-25 04:59:26 | 76.63 | 97% |