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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2412 | 2020-10-14 17:29:11 | 63.90 | 95% |
| 819 | 2018-12-17 16:42:21 | 42.05 | 92% |