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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40 | 2017-11-17 07:18:15 | 92.28 | 98% |
15 | 2017-11-17 01:47:12 | 93.14 | 98% |