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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4157 | 2019-01-25 11:57:03 | 72.38 | 95% |
| 2864 | 2018-11-29 10:31:12 | 84.65 | 97% |