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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1471 | 2018-03-07 19:17:22 | 90.71 | 98% |
338 | 2018-01-11 03:05:08 | 88.62 | 98% |