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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668 | 2019-03-31 15:33:01 | 78.15 | 95% |
665 | 2019-03-31 15:29:28 | 79.86 | 97% |