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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314 | 2018-12-04 09:56:09 | 113.97 | 100% |
58 | 2018-11-24 15:26:09 | 96.31 | 99% |