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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5185 | 2021-11-30 01:26:34 | 160.33 | 98% |
| 3052 | 2021-04-17 01:54:06 | 154.76 | 98% |