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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3606 | 2021-04-05 22:52:08 | 65.36 | 98% |
3370 | 2021-03-29 13:41:31 | 65.33 | 98% |