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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2246 | 2022-07-03 06:00:32 | 100.94 | 98% |
1846 | 2022-05-24 05:35:35 | 105.02 | 98% |