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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12096 | 2018-07-29 20:55:51 | 125.65 | 100% |
| 11282 | 2018-02-28 23:48:13 | 110.04 | 98% |
| 7429 | 2017-09-09 17:08:44 | 111.91 | 98% |