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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24806 | 2023-01-18 05:31:01 | 219.44 | 100% |
24805 | 2023-01-18 05:29:20 | 211.08 | 100% |
11922 | 2021-02-18 01:57:16 | 175.39 | 98.2% |
5843 | 2020-10-13 22:38:07 | 159.31 | 99% |