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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3407 | 2021-09-17 03:34:05 | 50.91 | 96% |
| 1757 | 2021-05-28 02:43:21 | 50.17 | 96% |