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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2021-07-27 10:46:46 | 77.87 | 96% |
| 705 | 2021-06-28 13:10:03 | 74.18 | 96% |
| 127 | 2021-03-26 14:54:09 | 61.26 | 96% |