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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1349 | 2018-05-13 10:05:49 | 48.59 | 95% |
| 914 | 2018-03-03 17:00:53 | 43.04 | 93% |