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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6446 | 2019-05-22 18:47:32 | 93.45 | 96% |
5054 | 2018-03-29 02:32:58 | 63.99 | 98% |