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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81 | 2018-09-01 19:19:13 | 66.86 | 97% |
61 | 2018-09-01 18:53:13 | 62.02 | 96% |