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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7467 | 2020-11-12 17:12:19 | 76.91 | 97% |
| 6682 | 2020-07-04 11:33:38 | 78.28 | 95% |
| 6079 | 2020-02-08 10:50:31 | 85.46 | 97% |
| 5798 | 2020-01-13 15:35:36 | 83.48 | 97% |
| 4748 | 2019-11-06 17:33:58 | 73.18 | 95% |
| 2996 | 2019-07-07 16:47:56 | 83.96 | 97% |
| 398 | 2018-08-02 09:14:56 | 54.91 | 95% |