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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155 | 2021-12-29 02:12:47 | 89.03 | 97% |
50 | 2021-12-26 23:16:07 | 75.48 | 96% |