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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9251 | 2020-06-15 07:29:39 | 93.75 | 97% |
7497 | 2019-04-11 05:50:57 | 87.91 | 96% |
5806 | 2018-04-02 16:10:14 | 86.76 | 97% |