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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2088 | 2021-04-06 06:52:05 | 43.35 | 97% |
1640 | 2021-01-20 07:47:18 | 52.75 | 98% |