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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2770 | 2021-05-23 22:51:52 | 93.17 | 97% |
1797 | 2018-12-13 01:07:41 | 79.74 | 98% |