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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4893 | 2019-02-27 20:19:14 | 60.08 | 95% |
2951 | 2019-02-07 14:29:09 | 60.95 | 96% |
488 | 2018-10-23 20:41:39 | 54.95 | 96% |