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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12861 | 2020-02-01 15:32:34 | 101.98 | 98% |
| 7387 | 2018-03-05 16:46:10 | 86.14 | 98% |