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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1572 | 2021-05-18 22:27:35 | 69.08 | 94% |
1342 | 2021-04-01 16:11:08 | 64.21 | 95% |