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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10713 | 2020-07-17 10:16:23 | 77.54 | 98% |
7761 | 2020-03-03 22:16:13 | 71.61 | 98% |
7403 | 2020-02-21 00:48:34 | 53.67 | 95% |
1212 | 2018-06-24 23:59:59 | 54.60 | 98% |