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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2708 | 2021-09-03 13:22:40 | 114.35 | 98% |
| 2602 | 2021-07-29 18:31:40 | 104.72 | 98% |