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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1106 | 2021-01-30 01:31:11 | 76.24 | 97.5% |
| 706 | 2021-01-07 21:12:55 | 74.57 | 97% |