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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5982 | 2017-11-25 14:37:30 | 79.21 | 99% |
5322 | 2017-10-10 15:37:43 | 74.38 | 98% |