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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2844 | 2019-10-02 06:44:16 | 84.79 | 97% |
1096 | 2019-01-13 18:59:22 | 78.18 | 96% |