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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2022-06-13 04:38:44 | 45.93 | 94% |
| 413 | 2022-03-25 10:20:48 | 47.49 | 95% |