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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315 | 2022-02-20 04:04:43 | 78.64 | 94% |
213 | 2021-08-30 13:45:28 | 72.31 | 95% |