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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1770 | 2022-12-13 01:57:04 | 135.96 | 98% |
| 1582 | 2022-11-22 03:51:46 | 124.03 | 98% |