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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1325 | 2018-08-27 01:13:32 | 85.76 | 96% |
1156 | 2018-08-23 20:12:43 | 99.15 | 97% |