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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2685 | 2021-02-28 14:41:11 | 52.33 | 98% |
| 382 | 2020-12-30 14:29:48 | 49.94 | 98% |