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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13041 | 2020-12-01 13:19:36 | 58.21 | 94% |
9844 | 2020-10-20 10:18:52 | 65.39 | 93% |
8393 | 2020-09-29 20:21:41 | 51.26 | 94% |