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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 518 | 2021-01-02 15:59:20 | 31.32 | 92% |
| 376 | 2020-12-30 14:06:28 | 34.80 | 94% |