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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2580 | 2019-12-25 20:37:34 | 55.59 | 96% |
2130 | 2018-10-28 19:13:16 | 67.64 | 97% |