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 |
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5222 | 2019-12-27 14:18:32 | 74.63 | 96% |
2646 | 2019-07-01 19:37:59 | 70.09 | 96% |
2571 | 2019-06-29 19:46:00 | 73.07 | 97% |
2497 | 2019-06-28 01:28:18 | 66.31 | 97% |