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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121 | 2020-12-09 13:24:15 | 32.10 | 91% |
67 | 2020-12-08 08:20:22 | 36.16 | 94% |