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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1745 | 2021-03-27 12:04:12 | 97.31 | 97% |
1651 | 2020-08-20 10:59:18 | 84.77 | 94% |