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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 57367 | 2019-05-13 13:11:43 | 155.44 | 99% |
| 56044 | 2019-04-16 16:22:07 | 163.38 | 99% |
| 55356 | 2019-04-06 16:23:28 | 168.82 | 99% |
| 42302 | 2018-11-08 05:17:15 | 150.66 | 98% |
| 41806 | 2018-10-27 05:54:44 | 153.13 | 98% |
| 39642 | 2018-10-08 21:25:59 | 153.22 | 99% |
| 35232 | 2018-08-31 21:41:59 | 154.49 | 99% |
| 34726 | 2018-08-27 16:45:34 | 139.17 | 98% |
| 26903 | 2018-02-22 07:13:13 | 158.67 | 99% |
| 24151 | 2017-11-22 19:46:22 | 138.45 | 98% |