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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46043 | 2020-04-01 11:03:25 | 172.46 | 99% |
| 44597 | 2020-03-24 15:24:32 | 150.70 | 98% |
| 30653 | 2019-08-27 16:12:30 | 136.61 | 98% |