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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8120 | 2020-11-28 03:30:13 | 65.62 | 95% |
1544 | 2020-08-26 10:42:53 | 75.12 | 98% |