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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1642 | 2018-10-20 15:23:04 | 90.98 | 96% |
489 | 2017-10-20 12:27:51 | 83.68 | 98% |