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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6332 | 2020-07-25 01:30:11 | 104.84 | 97% |
| 1853 | 2019-04-11 18:32:58 | 108.76 | 100% |