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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7032 | 2020-08-01 23:52:45 | 82.80 | 96% |
| 6163 | 2020-07-29 12:35:37 | 107.64 | 99% |