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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924 | 2021-02-04 15:54:45 | 86.90 | 98.4% |
57 | 2018-10-23 17:32:08 | 80.17 | 96% |