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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 592 | 2021-03-22 15:06:02 | 55.97 | 94% |
| 589 | 2021-03-22 15:02:42 | 58.21 | 94% |