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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16154 | 2019-02-12 02:47:04 | 108.78 | 99% |
10859 | 2017-08-31 06:42:26 | 100.06 | 98% |