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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429 | 2020-01-16 06:01:54 | 120.17 | 98% |
191 | 2018-06-05 00:45:11 | 101.33 | 98% |