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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4873 | 2021-12-10 03:53:59 | 99.84 | 98% |
| 2557 | 2021-03-26 00:05:11 | 92.07 | 97% |