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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2438 | 2022-05-20 03:41:02 | 86.92 | 98% |
1789 | 2017-11-04 15:23:45 | 86.64 | 97% |