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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2992 | 2021-05-22 09:15:25 | 62.74 | 95% |
| 1989 | 2021-03-19 14:54:36 | 57.73 | 96% |