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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2021-11-05 12:22:25 | 65.40 | 96% |
| 57 | 2021-04-13 17:52:26 | 58.37 | 95% |