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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 957 | 2023-05-03 04:39:51 | 62.75 | 92% |
| 123 | 2017-12-22 02:13:40 | 58.26 | 95% |