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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1940 | 2021-04-04 11:51:52 | 75.73 | 97% |
| 380 | 2020-10-19 10:58:04 | 63.93 | 96% |