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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3191 | 2022-01-28 17:12:28 | 111.47 | 99% |
| 1698 | 2021-11-13 18:06:26 | 105.58 | 98% |