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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1993 | 2020-03-13 15:50:53 | 75.78 | 96% |
| 670 | 2019-08-05 11:25:06 | 74.49 | 96% |