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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930 | 2021-02-26 18:25:28 | 77.78 | 95.6% |
70 | 2021-01-14 01:33:08 | 53.78 | 93% |