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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3891 | 2022-03-31 13:36:56 | 125.55 | 98% |
3652 | 2022-03-28 08:52:33 | 126.33 | 99% |