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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 828 | 2020-11-23 16:51:36 | 84.74 | 98% |
| 294 | 2020-11-09 12:30:35 | 68.53 | 95% |