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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933 | 2020-03-02 15:14:01 | 81.28 | 95% |
705 | 2020-01-29 06:01:58 | 78.54 | 95% |