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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1047 | 2019-11-27 04:45:04 | 90.54 | 97% |
| 315 | 2019-11-12 23:14:29 | 87.50 | 97% |