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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7012 | 2020-12-04 00:48:51 | 80.71 | 95% |
| 4083 | 2020-05-19 21:40:54 | 78.09 | 98% |