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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39271 | 2019-07-14 02:08:43 | 113.11 | 97% |
38630 | 2019-06-18 01:31:04 | 121.75 | 98% |
25357 | 2018-02-27 19:23:03 | 82.74 | 96% |
21618 | 2017-07-25 20:12:21 | 107.71 | 98% |