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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 564 | 2022-02-02 06:09:12 | 33.42 | 93% |
| 525 | 2022-01-29 07:27:13 | 34.29 | 95% |