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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20287 | 2023-10-20 22:55:14 | 148.71 | 99.3% |
15018 | 2023-02-17 04:01:45 | 140.54 | 98% |
10434 | 2019-08-24 20:36:14 | 117.15 | 97% |