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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4885 | 2022-12-02 11:27:21 | 70.37 | 95% |
| 2006 | 2021-12-03 20:23:15 | 65.83 | 96% |