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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3146 | 2021-01-21 13:52:23 | 91.50 | 96% |
1175 | 2020-08-16 02:54:46 | 92.18 | 97% |