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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12256 | 2020-11-06 08:47:25 | 90.83 | 96% |
| 11934 | 2020-09-21 12:32:51 | 77.04 | 93% |
| 11060 | 2020-08-12 20:09:46 | 87.16 | 96% |
| 6062 | 2017-11-14 06:10:00 | 87.74 | 96% |
| 5984 | 2017-11-12 05:28:52 | 75.84 | 94% |