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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12482 | 2021-08-10 14:45:23 | 101.26 | 98% |
4046 | 2019-07-04 07:59:53 | 93.98 | 97% |