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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314 | 2018-08-20 20:51:16 | 51.35 | 95% |
88 | 2018-04-01 02:55:57 | 45.22 | 95% |