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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3270 | 2021-06-27 05:21:50 | 63.00 | 97% |
| 956 | 2021-03-28 16:33:29 | 59.39 | 98% |