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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11954 | 2024-12-23 07:56:18 | 104.73 | 97.9% |
| 1068 | 2018-09-13 06:52:04 | 108.84 | 98% |