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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1997 | 2020-09-22 03:18:30 | 94.74 | 97% |
694 | 2020-08-07 04:31:00 | 89.48 | 97% |