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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1746 | 2021-07-23 23:26:20 | 131.82 | 99% |
1741 | 2021-07-23 23:07:56 | 135.85 | 98% |