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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 55904 | 2020-03-18 10:31:20 | 138.33 | 99% |
| 45908 | 2019-01-24 23:42:15 | 117.15 | 98% |
| 38345 | 2017-09-14 20:27:33 | 120.25 | 99% |
| 38323 | 2017-09-14 19:59:17 | 120.11 | 98% |
| 37350 | 2017-09-06 01:13:12 | 129.21 | 99% |
| 34292 | 2017-07-27 05:54:52 | 102.67 | 97% |