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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409 | 2020-11-04 08:51:05 | 66.83 | 94% |
60 | 2018-12-25 18:58:23 | 42.05 | 96% |