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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4292 | 2019-07-15 21:44:51 | 98.40 | 98% |
2352 | 2018-07-24 01:39:01 | 82.89 | 96% |