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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2061 | 2020-11-01 14:45:23 | 72.77 | 97% |
| 302 | 2020-05-24 09:59:59 | 41.72 | 93% |