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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2024-02-17 03:58:00 | 61.47 | 95.9% |
| 287 | 2021-05-11 01:39:44 | 69.70 | 96% |