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 |
---|---|---|---|
3694 | 2018-05-04 01:39:34 | 131.87 | 96% |
2657 | 2018-03-14 02:53:12 | 125.26 | 98% |
1806 | 2017-11-14 22:32:22 | 116.79 | 97% |