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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12818 | 2019-07-14 02:08:38 | 127.06 | 97% |
10951 | 2019-03-09 05:40:45 | 143.88 | 98% |
10928 | 2019-03-08 05:33:12 | 143.96 | 98% |
4315 | 2018-05-05 19:47:31 | 135.55 | 97% |