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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1793 | 2021-08-14 03:53:21 | 96.31 | 98% |
| 1498 | 2021-06-10 08:32:21 | 107.46 | 99% |