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 |
---|---|---|---|
6202 | 2020-12-09 21:54:44 | 89.32 | 96% |
6100 | 2020-12-08 16:38:33 | 93.78 | 98% |
1769 | 2020-09-02 12:30:50 | 75.09 | 96% |
1651 | 2020-08-28 14:56:24 | 73.07 | 95% |