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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1262 | 2022-12-06 01:05:41 | 94.28 | 96% |
| 433 | 2021-04-01 18:27:50 | 106.34 | 98% |