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 |
---|---|---|---|
3237 | 2020-02-24 10:22:54 | 58.27 | 95% |
2350 | 2019-11-06 04:22:13 | 63.70 | 96% |
426 | 2019-07-26 17:02:23 | 48.84 | 93% |