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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6882 | 2020-02-14 20:46:55 | 90.47 | 96% |
6266 | 2018-11-24 08:48:51 | 78.60 | 95% |