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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2136 | 2019-03-10 19:37:29 | 91.74 | 97% |
996 | 2019-01-27 10:05:23 | 90.17 | 98% |