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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28997 | 2020-11-13 22:43:02 | 110.26 | 95% |
| 24970 | 2020-03-28 01:00:00 | 157.30 | 100% |
| 18467 | 2018-12-21 14:49:33 | 125.49 | 97% |
| 6776 | 2018-08-17 18:10:35 | 108.68 | 97% |
| 4536 | 2018-08-02 02:18:22 | 122.71 | 98% |
| 1678 | 2018-07-12 15:17:41 | 117.68 | 98% |