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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2201 | 2019-05-02 00:56:18 | 66.36 | 96% |
2196 | 2019-05-01 10:23:24 | 59.59 | 94% |