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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 311 | 2022-03-23 02:56:15 | 50.08 | 96% |
| 172 | 2022-03-20 08:24:53 | 60.94 | 98% |