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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4503 | 2018-09-11 02:43:40 | 67.28 | 98% |
1504 | 2018-07-20 23:16:18 | 58.58 | 96% |