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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1503 | 2021-12-07 01:59:27 | 91.30 | 98% |
| 702 | 2021-05-02 01:20:42 | 66.32 | 95% |