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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1003 | 2021-08-25 23:59:16 | 86.96 | 98% |
593 | 2021-08-01 21:16:48 | 83.61 | 97% |