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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4389 | 2021-01-06 14:28:55 | 87.53 | 98% |
4129 | 2021-01-02 13:22:26 | 91.60 | 98% |