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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1704 | 2019-11-19 18:02:59 | 85.30 | 97% |
| 193 | 2018-11-01 19:46:02 | 76.30 | 98% |