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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5115 | 2021-11-02 00:42:11 | 196.93 | 99% |
3466 | 2021-06-09 06:14:35 | 181.68 | 100% |
1052 | 2021-04-28 01:47:30 | 169.18 | 99% |