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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7974 | 2020-03-11 18:22:08 | 95.08 | 98% |
7443 | 2019-10-27 17:52:57 | 83.10 | 97% |
7070 | 2019-10-09 09:36:07 | 85.04 | 98% |
2506 | 2019-01-21 16:44:36 | 88.52 | 98% |
1287 | 2018-08-06 14:44:32 | 80.34 | 97% |
246 | 2018-06-22 15:10:15 | 77.85 | 97% |