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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918 | 2018-05-25 05:48:53 | 54.95 | 94% |
497 | 2018-05-16 09:23:48 | 61.29 | 96% |