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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2964 | 2018-06-04 00:45:41 | 73.10 | 100% |
| 633 | 2017-12-24 01:13:42 | 58.88 | 98% |