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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250 | 2018-02-06 07:14:48 | 84.09 | 98% |
11 | 2017-10-20 06:54:10 | 78.16 | 98% |