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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1829 | 2019-11-06 10:03:40 | 71.48 | 98% |
1425 | 2018-01-24 10:18:01 | 62.21 | 97% |