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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703 | 2019-08-27 03:55:44 | 91.76 | 97% |
50 | 2018-11-21 22:50:35 | 84.93 | 96% |