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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8665 | 2019-05-12 13:37:41 | 95.07 | 100% |
7645 | 2019-02-26 14:14:33 | 94.89 | 100% |