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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14508 | 2020-08-29 14:17:24 | 103.82 | 97% |
11172 | 2020-07-29 01:56:28 | 105.59 | 98% |
829 | 2019-04-06 18:28:30 | 104.47 | 99% |