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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6869 | 2024-06-18 23:53:28 | 111.38 | 98.1% |
| 6664 | 2024-06-08 03:04:38 | 120.50 | 99.2% |