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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1726 | 2021-11-02 02:45:42 | 82.11 | 98% |
1132 | 2020-12-15 06:50:28 | 61.56 | 94% |