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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 865 | 2022-05-10 17:19:13 | 46.72 | 96% |
| 181 | 2022-04-23 23:14:08 | 36.92 | 98% |