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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1586 | 2022-03-10 01:59:56 | 65.39 | 96% |
| 1051 | 2022-02-27 21:04:44 | 76.09 | 97% |