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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1537 | 2022-08-12 17:51:51 | 50.51 | 95% |
| 1274 | 2022-07-28 16:02:29 | 53.47 | 98% |