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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650 | 2022-12-18 16:04:21 | 101.83 | 100% |
317 | 2019-11-07 01:14:07 | 81.47 | 98% |