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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2803 | 2019-05-28 04:56:16 | 83.13 | 98% |
| 1377 | 2017-10-13 06:33:50 | 73.31 | 98% |