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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6288 | 2017-11-30 19:06:54 | 119.56 | 99% |
6027 | 2017-11-15 19:50:32 | 125.77 | 99% |