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 |
---|---|---|---|
3136 | 2021-01-15 02:49:16 | 103.23 | 98% |
1991 | 2020-12-02 03:27:14 | 90.36 | 98% |