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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 280 | 2021-08-27 15:54:11 | 98.55 | 98% |
| 260 | 2021-08-04 05:31:52 | 95.11 | 96% |