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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2022-06-11 12:01:57 | 37.76 | 94% |
| 58 | 2020-06-17 13:18:10 | 38.09 | 97% |