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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700 | 2021-08-26 18:14:09 | 86.12 | 97% |
471 | 2021-03-22 23:17:47 | 69.91 | 97% |