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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3636 | 2019-09-10 09:11:22 | 84.09 | 96% |
| 1018 | 2018-10-13 11:53:24 | 70.36 | 97% |