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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6074 | 2018-10-08 04:04:37 | 85.25 | 97% |
4281 | 2018-04-10 04:36:39 | 93.95 | 98% |