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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8083 | 2024-01-16 13:39:29 | 84.32 | 94.9% |
| 3756 | 2022-11-14 11:11:41 | 91.97 | 98% |