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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 640 | 2023-09-21 09:04:17 | 73.87 | 97.9% |
| 520 | 2023-09-15 16:35:23 | 61.55 | 99.2% |