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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16685 | 2021-03-15 20:29:55 | 65.62 | 98% |
| 10878 | 2020-09-01 00:26:38 | 68.03 | 98% |