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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1486 | 2021-02-03 11:40:03 | 166.76 | 99.6% |
698 | 2020-10-17 00:12:20 | 171.95 | 99% |