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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18706 | 2020-11-02 01:50:10 | 100.74 | 97% |
| 18705 | 2020-11-02 01:49:16 | 118.21 | 98% |
| 15304 | 2020-04-18 18:15:02 | 98.44 | 96% |
| 1554 | 2019-12-11 02:00:55 | 91.45 | 97% |
| 1553 | 2019-12-11 01:59:58 | 81.80 | 96% |
| 1552 | 2019-12-11 01:58:55 | 89.00 | 98% |