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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1539 | 2021-06-25 05:04:01 | 50.32 | 92% |
| 298 | 2021-05-14 00:54:45 | 31.60 | 90% |