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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24277 | 2020-05-14 20:41:26 | 126.22 | 99% |
| 24175 | 2020-05-12 23:22:34 | 107.50 | 98% |
| 21178 | 2020-01-04 15:05:14 | 102.46 | 97% |