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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7581 | 2020-05-06 22:12:14 | 174.84 | 99% |
4128 | 2017-12-19 18:56:11 | 153.45 | 99% |