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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9804 | 2019-11-21 13:35:45 | 89.30 | 98% |
| 7288 | 2019-01-09 15:59:03 | 109.08 | 99% |
| 4398 | 2018-07-10 16:40:12 | 113.42 | 100% |
| 2735 | 2018-04-22 18:11:52 | 104.87 | 99% |