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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2130 | 2018-02-23 21:30:47 | 62.91 | 97% |
2076 | 2018-01-31 16:00:40 | 60.87 | 96% |
459 | 2017-09-21 22:47:36 | 51.76 | 96% |
156 | 2017-09-07 21:36:21 | 60.39 | 97% |