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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5106 | 2020-08-19 17:37:07 | 140.75 | 99% |
2302 | 2020-08-03 18:41:28 | 154.26 | 100% |
1449 | 2020-07-25 17:11:32 | 148.94 | 99% |