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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4026 | 2021-12-17 16:39:40 | 75.70 | 96% |
1351 | 2020-03-24 04:40:15 | 58.13 | 95% |