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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10793 | 2020-09-15 21:22:36 | 88.04 | 98% |
| 8576 | 2020-05-12 00:33:19 | 78.08 | 97% |
| 5903 | 2020-03-08 17:25:02 | 81.51 | 98% |
| 5570 | 2020-02-28 22:58:30 | 78.13 | 97% |
| 1438 | 2019-10-19 16:58:30 | 81.45 | 99% |