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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2453 | 2018-09-28 01:36:57 | 82.57 | 98% |
| 2406 | 2018-09-27 14:23:29 | 72.27 | 98% |