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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61194 | 2018-01-21 16:23:04 | 163.25 | 98% |
60743 | 2018-01-20 13:52:09 | 159.63 | 98% |
51880 | 2017-07-26 15:18:43 | 175.60 | 100% |
51784 | 2017-07-26 10:24:02 | 146.23 | 99% |
51588 | 2017-07-25 15:12:19 | 130.53 | 98% |