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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 653 | 2021-12-16 08:10:50 | 50.68 | 98% |
| 512 | 2021-12-08 11:51:00 | 47.98 | 96% |