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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4860 | 2023-03-17 18:11:19 | 99.12 | 97% |
| 301 | 2019-07-06 04:09:54 | 95.62 | 100% |