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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1463 | 2021-11-02 10:47:37 | 114.99 | 98% |
| 1301 | 2021-10-30 06:26:14 | 99.17 | 96% |