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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 790 | 2021-05-12 05:41:42 | 88.62 | 98% |
| 613 | 2021-04-27 03:12:27 | 83.24 | 97% |