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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8254 | 2019-03-24 14:56:45 | 95.57 | 98% |
7594 | 2019-02-22 17:15:07 | 88.30 | 99% |
7403 | 2019-02-17 10:12:39 | 95.67 | 98% |
6869 | 2019-01-03 02:31:08 | 86.66 | 99% |
2358 | 2018-03-25 14:10:41 | 90.39 | 98% |
1380 | 2018-02-05 07:58:59 | 81.07 | 99% |