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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1291 | 2022-03-11 19:28:25 | 64.27 | 98% |
956 | 2020-06-18 08:50:27 | 70.86 | 99% |