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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2198 | 2018-12-06 00:45:45 | 107.66 | 96% |
| 1769 | 2018-11-21 12:54:19 | 110.02 | 97% |