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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3004 | 2021-05-23 12:34:02 | 53.69 | 94% |
| 1113 | 2021-01-02 03:36:41 | 52.93 | 96% |