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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10067 | 2020-10-23 13:29:52 | 89.21 | 98% |
4819 | 2018-10-29 18:56:33 | 87.55 | 97% |
3732 | 2018-04-22 23:56:32 | 89.75 | 98% |
1556 | 2018-02-07 14:14:06 | 83.93 | 98% |