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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2746 | 2021-11-04 17:31:00 | 59.18 | 95% |
| 1111 | 2021-05-16 11:25:24 | 48.74 | 95% |