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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16603 | 2021-06-26 10:20:50 | 102.09 | 98% |
| 5160 | 2019-12-11 10:16:51 | 84.84 | 96% |