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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18997 | 2019-06-02 20:20:07 | 77.99 | 98% |
| 14385 | 2017-08-29 04:23:53 | 86.22 | 98% |