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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2021-07-30 08:49:24 | 130.31 | 100% |
| 463 | 2021-06-20 07:21:35 | 122.24 | 100% |