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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8864 | 2020-11-22 10:33:28 | 95.69 | 96% |
| 4049 | 2019-03-17 02:34:54 | 96.48 | 96% |
| 407 | 2018-12-30 11:06:12 | 86.40 | 96% |