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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379 | 2018-12-23 07:00:56 | 73.71 | 94% |
96 | 2018-11-17 19:32:52 | 67.65 | 95% |