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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 165 | 2023-08-17 09:21:39 | 52.70 | 93.2% |
| 23 | 2021-07-07 07:05:00 | 37.04 | 90% |