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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3782 | 2022-06-01 06:57:48 | 98.80 | 99% |
| 3692 | 2022-05-26 11:03:25 | 98.91 | 99% |