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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4780 | 2020-06-03 20:34:55 | 145.09 | 98% |
4311 | 2020-02-23 22:45:32 | 114.20 | 96% |