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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11051 | 2020-11-27 00:52:01 | 123.14 | 99% |
| 9161 | 2020-09-04 01:07:20 | 125.06 | 98% |
| 5949 | 2020-07-23 16:58:33 | 108.05 | 98% |
| 512 | 2020-04-27 03:17:46 | 101.41 | 99% |