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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14810 | 2020-10-04 01:10:20 | 139.61 | 98% |
14324 | 2020-08-27 02:59:53 | 139.34 | 99% |
9207 | 2019-05-10 23:16:20 | 142.97 | 98% |
4414 | 2018-04-14 01:54:40 | 118.90 | 95% |