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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5596 | 2021-05-10 17:01:04 | 80.61 | 97% |
3822 | 2021-03-01 01:08:32 | 74.78 | 95.2% |