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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5348 | 2021-06-05 11:27:14 | 60.15 | 95% |
740 | 2020-03-12 16:28:11 | 61.09 | 94% |