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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11129 | 2020-08-24 13:54:58 | 94.37 | 96% |
| 8936 | 2020-07-04 15:54:33 | 88.09 | 97% |
| 7215 | 2020-05-09 15:29:26 | 98.34 | 98% |
| 1015 | 2019-07-28 08:24:51 | 76.55 | 96% |
| 98 | 2019-06-27 08:14:43 | 84.99 | 96% |