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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5414 | 2018-12-26 08:00:35 | 145.76 | 99% |
4701 | 2018-11-11 03:57:40 | 118.95 | 97% |