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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4971 | 2021-12-12 00:44:54 | 84.99 | 98% |
| 3583 | 2017-12-29 03:52:53 | 82.86 | 95% |