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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3719 | 2021-08-03 07:06:42 | 73.46 | 96% |
| 518 | 2020-06-01 16:33:13 | 58.29 | 94% |