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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3906 | 2024-01-26 19:39:15 | 87.30 | 96.5% |
1727 | 2021-05-03 23:58:29 | 86.50 | 98% |