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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1604 | 2021-02-02 18:41:22 | 63.21 | 93.5% |
1540 | 2021-01-22 18:21:12 | 70.34 | 96% |