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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49084 | 2020-12-15 15:34:51 | 106.83 | 96% |
| 43303 | 2018-10-06 11:32:34 | 117.40 | 97% |
| 39044 | 2018-05-28 10:11:32 | 102.22 | 96% |
| 33215 | 2018-01-14 11:13:25 | 110.39 | 97% |
| 25630 | 2017-07-26 15:19:02 | 102.74 | 97% |