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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2021-03-12 19:08:23 | 62.13 | 96% |
| 198 | 2021-03-04 19:50:51 | 64.95 | 97% |