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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 469 | 2020-08-09 03:43:57 | 135.58 | 100% |
| 132 | 2019-02-26 14:14:30 | 105.12 | 97% |