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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7446 | 2017-10-12 02:00:42 | 128.67 | 98% |
7414 | 2017-09-24 14:34:43 | 123.86 | 98% |