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 |
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1386 | 2019-12-07 02:29:25 | 63.69 | 97% |
648 | 2019-08-10 05:04:17 | 56.04 | 94% |