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 |
---|---|---|---|
1882 | 2018-06-06 11:16:02 | 86.71 | 95% |
1258 | 2018-04-13 03:06:39 | 96.62 | 97% |
832 | 2017-11-22 09:50:48 | 92.51 | 97% |