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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5899 | 2022-09-21 02:51:47 | 141.59 | 98% |
| 4063 | 2021-04-18 16:09:01 | 128.46 | 98% |