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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1733 | 2019-09-11 19:44:13 | 83.16 | 99% |
| 689 | 2018-01-18 17:50:40 | 58.33 | 98% |