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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2107 | 2021-09-07 00:40:17 | 58.77 | 95% |
1990 | 2021-05-20 15:56:01 | 60.06 | 95% |