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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383 | 2021-01-31 14:44:26 | 55.28 | 99.2% |
193 | 2021-01-12 12:24:27 | 51.24 | 99% |