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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11056 | 2020-09-04 18:22:41 | 59.72 | 96% |
10470 | 2020-08-19 18:03:24 | 69.53 | 99% |
10223 | 2020-08-14 19:31:11 | 66.89 | 98% |