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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5320 | 2019-05-01 00:50:43 | 214.52 | 100% |
| 5319 | 2019-05-01 00:49:25 | 210.98 | 100% |