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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4320 | 2021-10-06 18:12:34 | 74.13 | 97% |
1570 | 2021-07-13 03:59:55 | 58.68 | 97% |