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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4334 | 2021-11-16 19:10:57 | 71.40 | 100% |
2722 | 2018-04-23 18:29:11 | 63.39 | 99% |