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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6540 | 2018-09-29 06:12:33 | 97.99 | 98% |
| 4141 | 2018-06-26 09:42:57 | 85.95 | 96% |
| 2425 | 2018-01-28 05:35:11 | 91.28 | 97% |