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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37607 | 2017-12-01 13:04:09 | 120.22 | 98% |
| 33372 | 2017-11-01 12:42:55 | 149.40 | 99% |
| 23768 | 2017-09-28 00:52:45 | 120.82 | 98% |
| 23736 | 2017-09-27 10:28:34 | 138.54 | 99% |
| 920 | 2017-09-01 08:02:11 | 118.27 | 98% |