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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 476 | 2021-04-27 03:12:28 | 81.65 | 95% |
| 456 | 2021-04-26 18:36:35 | 77.95 | 94% |