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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2183 | 2021-01-30 10:48:13 | 78.11 | 97.6% |
2146 | 2021-01-27 22:16:30 | 72.78 | 97.7% |