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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5777 | 2017-12-28 05:41:25 | 98.08 | 99% |
| 2361 | 2017-12-02 05:37:36 | 84.29 | 97% |