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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21193 | 2022-09-28 07:55:30 | 128.36 | 98% |
| 19078 | 2018-11-20 10:08:50 | 143.16 | 98% |