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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4320 | 2019-07-28 03:04:43 | 82.11 | 98% |
2896 | 2019-05-21 20:26:59 | 79.90 | 98% |