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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3000 | 2021-10-18 20:03:28 | 101.84 | 100% |
340 | 2017-12-12 00:49:54 | 87.54 | 97% |