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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4249 | 2019-01-13 02:56:05 | 81.21 | 98% |
2599 | 2018-04-13 13:03:18 | 91.46 | 100% |