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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 864 | 2021-01-31 12:18:10 | 78.97 | 96.9% |
| 371 | 2021-01-18 13:04:46 | 74.75 | 98% |