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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 915 | 2022-02-18 12:50:01 | 84.38 | 98% |
| 218 | 2022-02-01 10:52:52 | 76.66 | 99% |