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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2638 | 2022-06-07 12:44:16 | 54.04 | 93% |
| 2504 | 2022-05-05 12:12:54 | 67.15 | 97% |