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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4284 | 2018-06-12 09:46:29 | 68.10 | 96% |
2426 | 2018-03-31 13:10:11 | 62.94 | 96% |