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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4368 | 2021-03-25 20:10:31 | 73.45 | 98% |
3179 | 2020-12-13 02:16:16 | 66.16 | 96% |