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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180 | 2017-12-08 05:24:32 | 92.77 | 95% |
137 | 2017-10-10 17:48:53 | 100.15 | 95% |