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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3837 | 2021-08-27 04:55:40 | 110.47 | 99% |
| 2958 | 2021-03-18 21:59:33 | 99.26 | 98% |