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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3718 | 2018-04-16 11:27:33 | 130.97 | 98% |
| 2956 | 2018-02-20 15:51:05 | 126.19 | 98% |