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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9540 | 2020-08-19 11:21:15 | 75.00 | 97% |
4796 | 2019-07-27 02:56:55 | 68.71 | 97% |
4068 | 2019-07-12 17:00:59 | 61.54 | 95% |
2809 | 2019-06-27 18:24:50 | 64.90 | 97% |
574 | 2019-05-29 17:48:51 | 55.07 | 95% |