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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2360 | 2019-08-19 16:53:43 | 118.01 | 98% |
1339 | 2019-01-11 20:07:40 | 102.26 | 97% |