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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 484 | 2024-05-27 18:48:33 | 93.44 | 95.5% |
| 362 | 2020-09-11 18:31:51 | 84.12 | 95% |