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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5558 | 2019-09-17 09:23:55 | 82.21 | 96% |
4823 | 2018-10-05 13:23:23 | 89.34 | 96% |