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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39858 | 2019-04-14 14:49:02 | 132.67 | 98% |
| 37722 | 2018-12-22 17:38:16 | 121.79 | 97% |
| 29016 | 2017-12-18 10:30:55 | 136.66 | 99% |
| 24845 | 2017-08-18 04:04:15 | 135.15 | 99% |