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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4711 | 2019-06-17 06:09:26 | 77.98 | 98% |
| 3643 | 2019-04-24 09:16:55 | 84.27 | 99% |
| 229 | 2018-12-16 12:01:11 | 61.83 | 98% |