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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2255 | 2018-09-17 11:38:05 | 105.89 | 100% |
| 1080 | 2018-04-15 13:31:50 | 90.83 | 97% |