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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 511 | 2021-01-04 03:31:06 | 63.98 | 98% |
| 392 | 2020-12-14 00:18:06 | 52.17 | 96% |