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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18450 | 2020-11-26 05:18:07 | 132.33 | 99% |
| 17293 | 2020-11-18 01:15:54 | 126.16 | 98% |
| 16708 | 2020-11-13 22:42:53 | 142.21 | 98% |
| 10343 | 2020-09-15 21:39:49 | 122.83 | 97% |
| 4527 | 2020-06-19 20:15:07 | 101.05 | 96% |
| 2195 | 2020-05-25 21:42:19 | 96.80 | 96% |