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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1972 | 2020-10-16 20:10:47 | 60.42 | 99% |
135 | 2020-04-12 20:13:02 | 58.18 | 97% |