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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19212 | 2018-07-19 14:43:34 | 138.21 | 99% |
| 17515 | 2018-06-13 13:20:42 | 138.18 | 98% |
| 16921 | 2018-05-24 02:00:24 | 134.85 | 100% |
| 15749 | 2018-02-12 11:59:39 | 138.71 | 99% |
| 14782 | 2018-01-22 17:19:08 | 127.82 | 99% |
| 12653 | 2017-12-06 06:41:15 | 118.23 | 98% |