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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 808 | 2020-07-22 07:14:09 | 90.90 | 97% |
| 707 | 2020-06-02 05:14:59 | 91.42 | 97% |