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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3571 | 2021-09-16 02:28:06 | 80.16 | 99% |
835 | 2019-08-15 17:28:20 | 63.73 | 97% |