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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709 | 2022-02-18 01:16:47 | 76.57 | 97% |
510 | 2022-02-06 22:45:43 | 79.89 | 98% |