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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10637 | 2020-10-11 19:42:05 | 93.13 | 99% |
10033 | 2020-10-05 15:44:55 | 88.62 | 98% |
9442 | 2020-09-27 14:11:06 | 80.24 | 97% |