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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2339 | 2020-03-30 04:05:54 | 111.28 | 98% |
1789 | 2020-03-07 23:59:03 | 111.22 | 98% |
1026 | 2019-05-04 07:19:32 | 94.21 | 97% |