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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 251 | 2021-12-31 02:09:24 | 86.55 | 97% |
| 237 | 2021-12-18 01:55:58 | 83.62 | 96% |