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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1478 | 2020-11-04 02:26:19 | 87.24 | 98% |
783 | 2019-07-26 00:45:24 | 86.12 | 98% |