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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1514 | 2020-02-26 05:50:57 | 60.57 | 96% |
| 1141 | 2017-12-12 10:06:46 | 80.18 | 98% |