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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1468 | 2021-03-11 09:01:23 | 113.68 | 98% |
455 | 2018-11-16 03:36:29 | 120.02 | 99% |