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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30645 | 2019-05-06 18:19:13 | 119.34 | 98% |
| 25488 | 2018-02-24 03:25:50 | 130.25 | 99% |
| 25462 | 2018-02-24 02:55:54 | 121.11 | 98% |
| 23013 | 2018-01-23 16:22:41 | 104.08 | 97% |
| 18399 | 2017-12-25 02:50:19 | 129.66 | 99% |