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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4607 | 2021-05-03 10:25:51 | 83.48 | 97% |
3675 | 2021-02-02 05:50:27 | 68.63 | 95.6% |