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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3469 | 2022-11-10 05:08:33 | 128.78 | 98% |
| 1187 | 2022-09-25 14:51:19 | 110.56 | 98% |