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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15205 | 2020-07-23 06:55:34 | 84.94 | 95% |
| 10278 | 2020-04-21 12:08:17 | 85.96 | 97% |
| 6790 | 2020-03-21 04:42:31 | 86.76 | 97% |
| 598 | 2020-01-08 05:37:20 | 75.36 | 96% |