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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4349 | 2019-05-17 20:13:28 | 106.54 | 99% |
3035 | 2018-05-03 19:14:18 | 97.15 | 97% |