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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 796 | 2021-04-02 03:36:59 | 65.02 | 94% |
| 111 | 2021-01-24 07:17:46 | 62.43 | 94% |