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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10136 | 2019-04-04 01:31:26 | 72.56 | 96% |
6259 | 2018-10-08 21:53:34 | 84.38 | 98% |
1815 | 2018-02-17 05:20:46 | 75.84 | 99% |