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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844 | 2018-08-22 23:40:15 | 110.96 | 100% |
461 | 2018-08-10 18:28:27 | 109.79 | 99% |
391 | 2018-08-10 16:40:08 | 106.87 | 99% |