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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12075 | 2020-10-08 23:33:27 | 78.89 | 94% |
| 7485 | 2018-06-10 15:07:45 | 84.65 | 95% |