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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9509 | 2024-03-13 20:17:20 | 123.07 | 98.3% |
7317 | 2023-11-19 20:46:31 | 97.69 | 97.2% |