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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2458 | 2018-03-24 18:30:01 | 56.15 | 95% |
687 | 2018-01-20 06:18:24 | 50.33 | 94% |
585 | 2018-01-18 20:16:30 | 52.31 | 95% |