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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27205 | 2020-11-05 00:33:23 | 89.49 | 96% |
| 26810 | 2020-10-27 23:05:24 | 96.56 | 97% |
| 14300 | 2020-05-08 02:15:45 | 78.09 | 96% |
| 12184 | 2020-04-17 23:44:10 | 72.28 | 94% |
| 9299 | 2020-04-02 01:00:47 | 63.95 | 93% |
| 3788 | 2020-01-14 02:11:14 | 64.00 | 94% |