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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48838 | 2020-11-23 14:54:44 | 81.14 | 98% |
47966 | 2020-10-07 05:33:18 | 73.06 | 99% |
42886 | 2020-04-14 06:18:22 | 78.83 | 98% |
40906 | 2019-11-03 14:28:43 | 72.02 | 98% |
38839 | 2019-05-22 09:29:08 | 74.46 | 97% |