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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4355 | 2021-12-01 03:49:34 | 55.87 | 98% |
2649 | 2021-04-17 18:28:42 | 48.75 | 99% |