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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6962 | 2019-09-17 14:00:38 | 87.05 | 95% |
| 4530 | 2019-06-11 01:39:25 | 63.91 | 94% |
| 3400 | 2019-04-30 04:48:34 | 86.82 | 96% |
| 1375 | 2019-03-11 17:20:34 | 83.92 | 97% |