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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1075 | 2021-08-17 15:05:17 | 77.98 | 96% |
| 1006 | 2021-05-14 15:49:03 | 82.02 | 98% |