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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611 | 2019-08-03 09:08:41 | 62.13 | 94% |
36 | 2018-10-30 09:56:40 | 45.02 | 94% |