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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1537 | 2021-10-20 09:21:37 | 74.91 | 96% |
| 1269 | 2021-10-10 10:04:48 | 65.27 | 94% |