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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3665 | 2020-05-22 14:55:56 | 47.41 | 98% |
2638 | 2020-03-30 13:07:52 | 45.15 | 97% |