She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3125 | 2018-03-06 21:13:30 | 112.10 | 98% |
2405 | 2018-02-20 01:22:19 | 115.89 | 99% |