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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1268 | 2018-12-05 19:32:05 | 65.24 | 97% |
231 | 2018-06-20 08:59:41 | 58.59 | 95% |