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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4581 | 2019-10-09 00:01:00 | 103.87 | 98% |
1328 | 2018-10-01 20:00:44 | 89.67 | 97% |
1111 | 2018-09-22 09:29:22 | 77.94 | 97% |