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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483 | 2017-09-21 13:03:45 | 82.54 | 97% |
146 | 2017-09-06 15:13:41 | 70.06 | 97% |