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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1411 | 2021-04-21 04:12:02 | 90.65 | 97% |
| 397 | 2021-02-14 01:38:19 | 80.20 | 98% |