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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 618 | 2021-08-12 03:12:19 | 59.19 | 96% |
| 362 | 2021-07-30 02:51:48 | 50.04 | 94% |