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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12668 | 2018-10-31 04:17:31 | 70.36 | 98% |
| 9876 | 2018-06-18 08:59:06 | 69.95 | 98% |
| 7254 | 2018-04-29 14:06:04 | 60.22 | 99% |