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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2334 | 2024-02-18 22:46:55 | 91.55 | 98.3% |
887 | 2024-01-14 04:08:14 | 87.91 | 96.4% |