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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3367 | 2021-09-12 22:35:22 | 98.83 | 97% |
1684 | 2021-02-16 22:07:13 | 79.50 | 95% |