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 |
---|---|---|---|
4067 | 2018-01-26 04:42:31 | 145.11 | 98% |
2720 | 2018-01-09 03:05:25 | 170.64 | 100% |
1680 | 2017-12-29 02:58:56 | 137.63 | 97% |