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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1736 | 2022-04-04 21:41:43 | 68.61 | 94% |
641 | 2021-01-18 20:49:34 | 55.52 | 93% |