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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3488 | 2021-01-16 16:18:57 | 122.68 | 98% |
| 2687 | 2020-08-23 12:21:39 | 105.79 | 98% |
| 1662 | 2020-03-18 14:34:02 | 94.12 | 96% |