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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461 | 2019-01-05 10:07:14 | 53.34 | 99% |
388 | 2018-12-29 16:48:42 | 43.33 | 96% |