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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1363 | 2022-10-04 01:25:43 | 86.50 | 97% |
| 996 | 2022-09-20 16:40:52 | 86.80 | 98% |