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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1910 | 2021-03-04 18:44:16 | 72.88 | 98% |
| 1564 | 2021-02-15 14:23:49 | 89.35 | 98.3% |