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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937 | 2020-01-08 21:21:16 | 59.06 | 97% |
190 | 2018-11-02 18:01:39 | 49.76 | 96% |