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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9470 | 2020-01-08 04:20:46 | 101.34 | 98% |
| 8012 | 2019-11-27 01:15:02 | 113.65 | 98% |
| 6271 | 2018-09-20 21:49:58 | 102.97 | 98% |
| 5289 | 2018-01-16 04:51:38 | 87.79 | 96% |
| 3561 | 2017-08-09 02:36:05 | 91.82 | 97% |