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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22160 | 2020-10-26 23:31:42 | 81.58 | 97% |
21727 | 2019-07-08 20:27:38 | 93.03 | 98% |
20798 | 2019-06-10 18:44:14 | 81.11 | 97% |
18119 | 2019-02-06 23:56:27 | 87.70 | 98% |