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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22384 | 2021-02-07 20:14:53 | 83.82 | 93.8% |
22213 | 2020-11-14 18:33:44 | 94.21 | 98% |