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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 840 | 2022-11-29 17:59:01 | 38.64 | 95% |
| 347 | 2017-11-19 19:36:45 | 33.75 | 95% |
| 311 | 2017-11-10 22:08:55 | 40.48 | 97% |