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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3704 | 2017-11-30 14:58:56 | 61.60 | 98% |
3655 | 2017-11-27 00:44:33 | 49.41 | 95% |