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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2904 | 2018-10-04 07:36:01 | 52.78 | 94% |
| 1058 | 2017-11-10 15:02:45 | 49.77 | 94% |