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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8281 | 2021-06-25 20:09:57 | 89.23 | 99% |
| 5186 | 2019-12-24 02:46:56 | 79.56 | 97% |