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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 281 | 2021-02-10 09:17:23 | 53.66 | 97% |
| 92 | 2020-09-01 06:12:35 | 39.85 | 93% |