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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17271 | 2020-09-14 20:34:04 | 82.48 | 97% |
15767 | 2020-08-18 13:45:20 | 76.14 | 96% |
2980 | 2019-11-27 23:46:47 | 67.67 | 96% |
1883 | 2019-11-03 14:28:45 | 69.43 | 97% |