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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5623 | 2021-09-17 18:52:01 | 108.05 | 98% |
| 4537 | 2021-08-02 17:04:23 | 85.91 | 97% |
| 154 | 2018-07-17 17:31:35 | 65.50 | 93% |