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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2009 | 2021-03-16 16:56:38 | 86.53 | 96% |
| 464 | 2020-08-02 18:29:13 | 64.88 | 98% |