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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1041 | 2021-04-26 04:03:54 | 97.22 | 98% |
807 | 2021-03-06 08:20:48 | 98.29 | 98% |