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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10831 | 2019-08-01 03:24:00 | 85.45 | 98% |
9401 | 2018-10-08 23:12:27 | 80.56 | 97% |
6580 | 2018-04-17 16:54:33 | 72.77 | 97% |
5214 | 2018-04-03 16:26:33 | 71.79 | 97% |
4586 | 2018-03-27 19:45:11 | 65.55 | 95% |