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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1204 | 2021-02-05 15:59:57 | 80.52 | 95.8% |
304 | 2019-02-08 19:36:16 | 53.63 | 94% |