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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2100 | 2018-12-06 12:33:26 | 63.67 | 98% |
1322 | 2018-11-17 05:06:53 | 71.60 | 99% |