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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 196 | 2021-10-11 10:28:43 | 64.74 | 98% |
| 113 | 2020-11-10 19:57:52 | 46.15 | 96% |