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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2778 | 2019-10-11 19:02:38 | 109.36 | 98% |
| 1601 | 2017-12-16 00:15:59 | 82.23 | 97% |
| 733 | 2017-11-27 12:52:52 | 67.25 | 94% |