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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16973 | 2020-11-11 07:52:50 | 115.27 | 97% |
5710 | 2020-09-05 00:06:37 | 93.81 | 98% |
3014 | 2020-08-11 04:43:18 | 85.86 | 97% |