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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1023 | 2020-12-15 10:38:04 | 52.19 | 96% |
| 48 | 2020-10-13 21:13:06 | 48.29 | 94% |