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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3266 | 2017-12-26 12:42:02 | 81.83 | 98% |
2865 | 2017-12-23 13:03:06 | 92.95 | 98% |