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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7388 | 2020-12-19 04:39:39 | 64.75 | 96% |
6734 | 2020-03-14 02:50:06 | 67.20 | 96% |
4971 | 2020-01-07 19:40:57 | 63.45 | 97% |
2042 | 2018-12-27 16:25:01 | 62.43 | 98% |
60 | 2018-09-28 10:21:27 | 39.54 | 93% |