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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1140 | 2022-03-20 06:21:48 | 97.92 | 98% |
561 | 2021-10-17 22:24:08 | 93.12 | 98% |