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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7686 | 2019-04-26 02:05:00 | 101.74 | 97% |
| 6034 | 2019-03-13 02:46:48 | 96.96 | 96% |
| 2010 | 2019-01-18 03:56:55 | 102.26 | 97% |
| 1252 | 2019-01-08 02:19:47 | 82.58 | 96% |
| 491 | 2018-12-07 00:41:07 | 96.86 | 98% |