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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2361 | 2022-03-11 12:05:59 | 107.29 | 98% |
2188 | 2022-03-08 15:51:58 | 108.34 | 100% |