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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1998 | 2021-09-28 14:29:31 | 85.30 | 96% |
| 743 | 2021-03-01 13:15:43 | 98.04 | 99% |