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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1333 | 2020-12-30 16:09:36 | 56.51 | 98% |
| 869 | 2020-12-09 10:26:43 | 53.42 | 99% |