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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1863 | 2021-02-22 11:27:34 | 94.51 | 98.4% |
| 1014 | 2021-01-13 14:00:55 | 90.68 | 97% |